I am satisfied that this very still method of life will never do for me. A year has
produced such a change. This day produced nothing remarkable. A long expected letter
from Abby which did not gratify me as much as I expected for it was rather in a complaining
tone. My head ache came on very badly after my return from a ride, and grew worse
until evening when I was compelled to retire, being exceedingly sick at my stomach.
I therefore went to bed fearful of a lung attack and excessively depressed in mind.