Saturday, Feb 19, 1887 A beautiful day and so mild that I need no fire in my room. The painters finished this afternoon touching up the walls in my old room wherever I had marred them. The carpenter still lingers and talks me nearly to death. The painters remarked it today and I heard one of them say to the other he was glad to get away for a little time. However he is obliging and I have to listen to his stories. Most of my things were carried up and the stove put up and I have begun arranging. Had to break off and go to Dr. Taylors at three which I did not do yesterday. Saw Nannie up there. She says she is decidedly better. Went around to the club and staid until midnight.