Friday, Jan 2, 1880 Came down from home by the noon train. I am full of sorrow and anxiety and there seems to be no peace for me. I think my money troubles greatly increase my unhappiness. It seems wrong that with all the work I have I cannot sell it and thus retire myself. I went up to Eastman Johnsons and spent the evening. He seems to feel hopeful but seemed nervous and easily irritated. He gets out of temper even more easily than he used to and was unkind to his wife without meaning to be. When we went to the studio she started to go along and he said he did not want her to. He wanted to talk with me about his pictures alone but I know she felt a little injured that he did not want her to go. Did not sleep well. I do hope that blessing is not to be taken from me. Had a nice letter from Mrs. Weir. Uncle Philip was to be buried today. If John McEntee could have gone out with me I would have gone to the funeral. I wrote to Thomas.