Morning at home, reading and wasting it, with the exception of a visit or two with Thomas at Mr. Huygens’ and in return to the young Mr. Rush’s.1 The weather was fine but windy. On my return I was disappointed by not receiving my usual letter from Abby. This and some little feeling of sickness contributed to make me dull the remainder of the day. My spirits are barely kept from sinking here by considerable exertion. The evening was passed at home in the usual manner without any occurrence of interest.