Still snowing violently when I got up and started out to go to breakfast. I had to wade all the way over there in the snow and it was very cold. After breakfast I stopped at the dentists and returned to my room where I have been all day, trying to paint something but I fear to no purpose something that cannot be painted. Palmer came in. He seemed hard and cold to me, but perhaps he did not mean to be, and before we went he seemed to have grown a little more tender. Still I could not keep thinking he would not have come if I had not met him last night. I have been sad and depressed today. Perhaps it was the storm although I always feel quiet and happy on stormy days.