November 29, 2998 – Got up early and went out in my bathrobe to feed the animals – two bales of hay for the sheep and donkeys (now just two donkeys), checked on Winston, still hugging the heat lamp and gave him some hay, fed the obnoxious and complaining goats, checked the water for the cows, the feed for the chickens, fed the dogs, fed the barn cats (saw a number of mice and bird corpses) and decided I had some first-rate reflecting to to days. Going to see a good friend, a young artist, in Greenwich, then going to see friends in Rupert, Vt.
  I must have been a strange sight walking about the hill and the barn in my bathrobe and muck shoes, and hauling hay, and a car went by and stopped, and stared. May not have been the Bedlam Squire they anticipated. At least I was decent