Sunday 30 July 1665

(Lord’s day). Up, and in my night gowne, cap and neckcloth, undressed all day long, lost not a minute, but in my chamber, setting my Tangier accounts to rights. Which I did by night to my very heart’s content, not only that it is done, but I find every thing right, and even beyond what, after so long neglecting them, I did hope for. The Lord of Heaven be praised for it!

Will was with me to-day, and is very well again. It was a sad noise to hear our bell to toll and ring so often to-day, either for deaths or burials; I think five or six times.

At night weary with my day’s work, but full of joy at my having done it, I to bed, being to rise betimes tomorrow to go to the wedding at Dagenhams.

So to bed, fearing I have got some cold sitting in my loose garments all this day.

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jeannine  •  Link

"Up, and in my night gowne, cap and neckcloth, undressed all day long"

I don't ever recall a day when Sam was in his night gowne all day long (except perhaps when he was sick??).

When my daughter was little she hated getting out of her 'jammies' as we called her little footed pajamas. I was always rushing out the door to drop her at day care and get myself to work and often she'd be whimpering about having to take them off. The day care that she went to decided that in her honor that they would have jammie day once a month and everyone came to work or, in the kids place, got dropped off in their jammies and could stay in them all day if they wanted. Wouldn't the world be a more comfortable (albeit not so 'nice' looking) place if we could all have jammie day once in awhile!

dirk  •  Link

The Rev. Josselin back to his normal predictable self today - standard entry.

"God good in his word and manifold mercies to my soul."

Martin  •  Link

I'm with you Jeannine, let's start a movement. The last Sunday in July can henceforth be International Pajama Day.

Robert Gertz  •  Link

"Uh, Mr. Pepys, sir?" maids' giggling in background...

"Come Will, join me." Sam waves Hewer in.

"Sir...You're not ill, are you, sir?" looking for door.

"Ill? Oh, this..." eyes nightgown. "Ah, 'tis informal Sunday, Will."

A little too informal, Hewer sighs.

Bell tolls...

"A reminder to be about our work, Hewer."

"Do not ask for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee." Will nods.

"Catchy, Hewer. Come." wave of arm, robe...Rather like a sorcerer's command. "I am determined not to lose a moment. The Tangier accounts will be settled at last, today."

Tell me he hasn't got Mrs. Bagwell or another one in here with him, Will sighs, entering.

"My God." stares at picture on wall.

"Bess' latest." Sam beams, waving to the picture. "A portrait of me. In the abstract, she calls it. My soul, brought out for the world to see."

As if there wasn't enough out here today, Will sighs, regarding the "abstract".

"Look where she shows my stone." Sam eagerly points to boulder-sized white ball being lugged by the figure of a woman.

"Is that a dot where your heart should be?"

"She said my heart fills the image...Expanding throughout to embrace the world. That's just the center."

Embrace the world...About right. Explains the grasping hands, certainly, Will thinks.

"Why is the woman there wearing a chain round her neck?"

"Essence of eternal devotion." Sam beams. "A symbolic representation of our marriage."

I'd say, Will nods.

Andrew Hamilton  •  Link

Ah, an early member of PajamasMedia

Second Reading

Chris Squire UK  •  Link

Re: ' . . It was a sad noise to hear our bell to toll and ring so often to-day, either for deaths or burials; I think five or six times . . '

John Donne - Meditation 17: Devotions upon Emergent Occasions

"No man is an iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee...."…

San Diego Sarah  •  Link

"From lightning and tempest, from plague, pestilence and famine, from battle and murder, and from sudden death, Good Lord, deliver us." – The General Supplication from the Book of Common Prayer.

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