It was raining again, but Jim consoled himself with the thought that at least it was warming up. The nights had been cold without the stove and he’d been wearing the same clothes for quite a while. During a lull in the showers, Jim tried to have a quick wash by the river. He shivered as he undressed and got dressed again while he was still wet, not having any towels anymore.
He had boiled eggs and milk. They seem like a luxury. Perhaps too much of a luxury given the limited ability of the garden to feed had to be shared between the chickens, the goat, and himself. Molly enjoyed having more milk. Jim was rationing the remaining dried goat meat, assuming that it would need to last beyond her pregnancy until she could catch meat again. Never having had a pregnant cat, Jim did not know how lo
