Friday, September 30, 4:46 PM. Garrett.

Now Mom’s sick too. She thinks she got Claire’s cold. Her nose is all red and she sounds funny. She says she doesn’t feel too bad, just bad enough to sit in the sick people room and read. I have to make supper tonight. It’s easy though. I’m just going to heat up a bunch of Campbell’s soup in a pot. Trevor wants to help. I’ll let him stir the pot or something.

It’s tough to see Dad lying down so much. He’s always tough. He must be hurting bad. He’s going to have a big scar on his forehead. Claire says it will be his Harry Potter scar. She smiles at him with her eyes every time he comes in the room. I think she feels he kind of rescued her by getting her the oxygen when she needed it.

The calves and cows have stopped mooing so much. They really missed each other when we first separated them. Now they’re doing okay. The stupid bull has started suckling the cows. That’s pretty gross if you think about it, although I guess we drink their milk too, which amounts to the same thing. Dad says we should swap out the bull and the steer. I’ll do that tonight after Bible time if there’s enough light.

I tried riding Wizard around today and he actually let me. We always knew he was “broken” because he carried people on the trail rides at the horse ranch. We thought he was willful, but maybe he just didn’t trust us yet. I think he trusts us now. We’ve been taking care of him, fixing his leg. He likes the attention.

Trevor and I still check the ham radio pretty much every day, at least a little. There are getting to be fewer and fewer stations.