We have had terrible rains these two or three days. I intended to dine at lord treasurer's, but went to see lady Abercorn, who is come to town, and my lord; and I dined with them, and visited lord treasurer this evening. His porter is mending.

The English Cooks keep all their Spices in separate boxes, but the French Cooks make a spicey mixture that does not discover a predominancy of any one of the spices over the others.

Me, I spent it fantasizing about the future, airbrushing an old dream that had only required a metric shitload of cash.

I walked forward and untriced the bowsprit dolphin-striker, to get ready for sailing.