Sunday, Jan 23, 1887 Walked down to the mail but got nothing except a note from Rock saying my suit would be sent me on Tuesday. We have had a south wind and a thaw all day. I was tempted to take a ride the day was so warm and bright but Sara could not go and I did not care to go alone. I read the Tribune and the Sun and wrote a letter to Mr Sawyer congratulating him on his 83rd birth day which I saw by the Leader occurred on the 9th. My father has by no means outlived his sense of humor. Sara was combing his hair as usual this morning and remarked it was getting pretty long and perhaps ought to be cut. "O never mind" he said. "(As Syd. Chipp said) let the tail go with the hide".