Tuesday, Feb 1, 1887 Have accomplished nothing today. Wells did not send any one to repair the hearth and so I have not been able to do anything. I opened the box containing my pictures and busied myself in getting my room in a little better order. This evening Calvert and I went around to the club. I saw Hall for the first time since his return from Europe. I was flattered to find I had been missed by some of my old friends. It has been much colder today and must be very cold up at home. I wrote to Sara and to Weir. Tonight it is snowing and I fear the city will be in a fearful condition tomorrow. I would welcome this snow up in the country but I dread it here.