Sunday, Nov 15, 1885 It has been a grey, chilly, but not cold day. I gave my father a bath this forenoon, a difficult task in his almost helpless condition. He seems very well however and I do not see that he fails. He was dressed and came down stairs after dinner and remained until after tea when he retired and Sara and I went down to see John & Nannie. I go to New York tomorrow morning for the winter with many dreads and misgivings and leaving many anxieties here at home, not the least of which is leaving Sara here alone with my father. How I wish Lucy were here. I would feel so differently about going. Nothing but necessity would send me away now, but I feel I must get to work and try to make some money.