Woke up with frost on the blanket and somebody else’s hat under my back. Nobody wants the hat. Fairly poor hat.
Coffee was cold by the time I found my cup. Pearson said the stew would warm me up. Asked what was in it. He said meat. Didn’t care for how long he took to answer.
Went to brush the horse. Horse stood on my foot. Stayed there while. We had some words.