Tuesday Oct 7th Have been at work on the dark french
print This forenoon swept the chambers and put Franks
chamber in order that he left. Carried my work
into the other part of the house while My humour
troubles me so that I can scarcely sit still. Was quite
sick awhile this evening We have had very cold
weather for the season for a number of days
Whatever powdered medicine Dr. Swan gave Evelina on Sunday wasn’t working. Her “humour” troubled her all day and she was especially ill in the evening. Her nettlerash made her uncomfortable and sick. With some asperity, she noted the recent “very cold weather,” which wouldn’t have helped her frame of mind. It’s interesting to note that her father-in-law, Old Oliver described this very same day as “a fair warm day wind northerly part of the day + southerly part of the day.” It’s likely that Evelina’s perception was colored by her overwhelming personal discomfort.
Does any reader think Evelina that might be suffering from shingles?
Nonetheless, she kept busy. She swept the house and tidied up after her youngest son, Frank. She sat down to sew, though must have found it difficult to concentrate when her skin itched and burned. She went into the other part of the house, where Miss Susan Orr, an elderly friend (or relative?) from Bridgewater was visiting. No doubt she sought conversation to take her mind off of her own troubles. Perhaps she wished her nephew, George Oliver Witherell, a happy birthday. He turned 14 on this date.
Interesting disparity in the weather reports.
Isn’t humour an interesting word for something that makes you uncomfortable?