Morning to town after copying a number of letters for my father, which detained me until rather late. The weather exceedingly warm. I was compelled to walk to Long Wharf to take some order with respect
to some Oats for our Horses. The heat and my fatigue rendered me so sleepy and tired that I was not good for any useful purpose during the remainder of the morning. I therefore only read some stupid Anecdotes of Ancient and modern Music. Afternoon, occupied in copying out into my own private book the Account of the Inventory. This occupied me until five when I rode to Watertown to Edward Brooks’, being caught on the road by a violent shower which compelled me to seek shelter on the other side of Cambridge bridge in a shed. Took tea at Watertown where I met Abby as by agreement and Miss Phillips. After tea, rode with Abby to Medford. Evening as usual, but still very warm.