Cambridge.
Ther [Thermometer] Tuesday, Dec. 10, 1918 [December 10, 1918] Wea [Weather]
Fine
  Clear & cool with fresh westerly
wind. Snow thawing but little.
City streets still bordered by it but
middle portions bare or strewn
with fragments of dirty ice.
  No birds seen or heard. But that
affords slight evidence of their
total absence for my opportunities
of noting them were limited to those
afforded by occasion of glances from
the den windows within while I
spent another day accomplishing
nothing save some desultory reading.
E.R.S. [Elizabeth R. Simmons] has now developed a throat
cold similar to mine. Dr. Stevens
called to see us both. Galloupe
sent out some cheques to sign &
letters for me to read & perhaps 
also endorse. So the day passed,
somewhat wearily as idle days must.
E. [Elizabeth R. Simmons] too hoarse to read aloud this eve. [evening].
So I played the Victrola to
her & read a delightful letter that
came from Herbert Gardner this [?].

Cambridge.
Ther [Thermometer] Wednesday, Dec. 11, 1918 [December 11, 1918] Wea [Weather]
20 [degrees] Dull.
  Dark cloudy & cold with light snowfall
towards evening.
  For me a lonely & depressing day
of continued imprisonment in the Den
for my cold is still troublesome &
indeed more discomforting in certain ways
than during its earlier stages. It now
especially afflicts my eyes making any 
long-continued reading quite impossible
but I did manage to write several
short letters & one fairly long one,
  The only bird noted during the day
was a Crow heard cawing afar off.
Gilbert [Robert A. Gilbert] & Percy motored to Concord in
P.M. bringing back some 14 small
white pines cut by Zeph a month
ago. I had arranged with him to cut
a lot of others about this time but, as I
learned last Friday, he has removed to
Carlisle & is cutting cord wood for
someone there; This will deprive us of
much evergreen that we had planned to
give Miss Thompson & St. John's Church
but they will have some, I trust.
  Usual evening reading by E.R.S. [Elizabeth R. Simmons].