The nighttime barking’s worse again. It seems to worsen when the temperature drops. At 5 AM, it was down to just 68° in the house, but it was 10° warmer in here when I awoke at 5 PM.

Tom emailed me from work saying he saw Mom, Mary and Dave, mom gave him gas money (let me guess…$20?), he worked on the truck a little and loaded the running truck with posts so he can put a few in each day.

I’m still so torn as far as getting the kiln goes. I don’t want to buy something that’s just going to break and that Tom’s going to be too busy to work on with me, but I still want to make dolls, too. I’ve got to do something. As it is, without Mary’s drafts, I’m bored out of my mind. I can only work on my own stuff, exercise and clean the house for so long. I’m not going to be working for Mary forever, so I’ve got to do something. If worse comes to worst, then I guess I’ll just have to figure out how to make dolls myself. I figured out enough other things.