Tuesday, January 11, 9:15 PM. Garrett.

I drove to Dallas this morning. It’s the first time I’ve gone that far by myself. Mom was really scared but Dad said I’m ready. He said if I wasn’t back in an hour he’d come find me. It went fine. I checked the message box at City Hall to see if anyone had left anything. They hadn’t. There’s still no sign of people.

Dad kind of seems like he’s down. I think he’s sick and doesn’t feel good. He was sick at Trevor’s party yesterday and left early. Today he’s been in his room most of the time. When he comes out he’s grumpy and doesn’t say much. He didn’t say anything at supper, and didn’t really eat. I can tell Mom is worried.

I mean it’s probably just the flu or something, right? He’s usually pretty cheerful even when things are bad. I guess he feels really bad.

One of our mares, the one we call Arwen, is obviously pregnant. I’m not sure when she’ll foal. I guess in a few months.