This seems to be Heather's weather journal. No doubt it's full of weather pattern recordings and the like. You figure you may as well take a gander.
Monday
Clear skies today, not that I expected anything less considering the fair winds these past few days. I went down to the riverside to collect my bi-weekly water samples, and I could scarcely believe what I saw there: Fugemann was in a heated discussion with some bandit fellow, and they were nearly coming to blows!
Clearly Sumner was upset that the bandit hadn't upheld his end of whatever bargain they had made, but I don't know what he was expecting. Bandits aren't known for their honesty, after all! Silly Sumner, you'd think he'd know better!
Tuesday
Clear skies once again, albeit a touch humid. Perhaps a sign of rain this week? I'm making special note of this for the following days. Speaking of following, Clemont down the road has not been following up on his visits to the apothecary.
He's looking a bit thin. Perhaps he's not eating enough, or perhaps he's feeling ill? He's been eating a lot of bread and cheese lately... not an ideal diet, I'm sure.
It's his own funeral should he come down with a serious ailment, though I doubt the gravetender will be too pleased holding a funeral due to such negligence.
Wednesday
I was right! It has begun to rain! The humidity was far too unusual for it to be mere happenstance. I'm sure Farmer Bale will be pleased to see his crops watered for him. That man never takes a holiday. He needs a new farmhand, that one.
His last farmhand, Gremont, was just abysmal. All that work to do around the farmstead, and yet I spied him chatting up the local ladies on several occasions, and I doubt Hayward pays him for that.
He was laying it on pretty thick, too. The taller woman (Melissa, I believe her name was) gave him a stern slap to the face for his advances on her and her sister both. Serves him right, the sleaze.
Thursday
I unfortunately was confined to my living space today, as the rain from yesterday gave way to a full-blown storm. Not much to do around the place except update records such as this, and can't get much work done outside.
That didn't stop Ophilia Dremont, though! I saw her charging down the street outside my window like a demon after ichor. She appeared to be chasing someone, but I couldn't make them out through the downpour. I wonder what has Mrs. Dremont so riled up?
Friday
The rains finally let up, and the skies are clear once more. I made my way down to the riverside to collect water samples and compare them to those I collected on Monday, and took some measurements of the water table while I was there.
On my way back, I took the long route past the Dremonts in hopes that I could garner more information about what I saw yesterday, and it would seem luck was on my side!
I overheard the couple arguing through an open window, and I could hardly believe my ears: Ophilia had caught her husband with a mistress! Marcus insists it was simply his cousin from out of town, but Ophilia had seen her brassiere on the bedroom floor! It would seem another storm is fast approaching.
(That was... informative.)
You promptly close the journal.
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