Journal, Day 7

Twas a hectic morning. No one wished to rouse, and the kind benefactor had to remind us several times to awaken. She herself was exhausted from manufacturing new beds for the females the previous evening in the sweltering heat. The afternoon repast was hastily packed as it was forgotten the evening before. Breakfast was a simple dish of strawberries and Mexican crema, prompting the youngest to yell to her slightly older brother, "Come get your Mexican," as her eldest, Mexican brother looked on with a mixture of confusion and slight offense. The saving grace of the morning was that the elder female did not need to be awaken from her slumber, which is always a precarious and dangerous endeavor. Tonight we continue to build, preparing the house for weekend festivities, provided we can continue to thrive in this chaotic world.