We shall be well and truly out of the old house by midnight tomorrow. This evening, the remaining lumber shall be removed and the servants will set about a final cleaning. The floors are to be cleaned in the morning. Of course, now the sun shines. The whole of four days moving was done in rain. Tis a wonder that more was not ruint than we have discovered. My bedstead and Mother's were broken by carelessness. Fortunately, they can still hold the bed, but tis disconcerting to have one's possessions mangled. Now that the move is over, we can begin the arduous process of sorting, shifting and tossing out. I wish the painter could have painted BEFORE the furnishings were put in the rooms, but I suppose we can cover them or remove one room at a time.
I have had to summon the physician for this reoccuring stomack malady. The silly quack wanted to give me a purge and bleed me. My body is doing that of its own accord. Why would he think to continue the process! Methinks he wants to kill me!