We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Up early to-day, and straightaway to the office. All the morning about a great deal of business, my wits being in a state of disorder by midday. Dined with my protegee Miss G. at Mackay's, but two blocks distant, a fine array of fowl and greens as I have ever seen. She being much vexed by her compensation of late, and I beseeching her to plead her case to her Company, that she might entreat upon them to make some increase in her salary. Then she went away, and I to the office, and endeavour to get a collection of music which I have had a mind to. From thence at the close of business to the alehouse, where I met Mr. Smith. We staid long, but drank little, my stomach being ill-tempered on the evening. So home and to supper, and afterwards a pleasant discourse with Mr. Bates, who of late is hard at his studies in the south of our country, but afeard of the weather in that land. So to my book again, and to bed.