Monday, March 29, 2010
29 March, 1911
The sea ice is still not yet thick enough for us. Walked out quite a bit today to check on it and the winds.
I had another strange dream last night, and woke to find myself sweating. I was lying in the dark; I couldn't move my feet. I kept calling out to Birdie but he wouldn't answer, though I knew he was there. I was lying in my same reindeer bag. I was so very cold.
Where shall I be a year hence? What will I have to say to you then of my dreams and aspirations?