Monday, Feb 21, 1887 The carpenter worked all day putting up the inside blinds, the closet door and the rod for my curtains. It seems as though I never would get rid of him, but I think he is done now in here. He has still to complete the wood work in my old studio which I had to displace in removing. He will probably put in another day there and I will be thankful if he talks no longer. I had a letter from Sara but no answer from Sam which looks ominous. He may be away from home. My picture "Autumn Fields" went to the Pa. Academy today. I went to Dr. Taylors as usual but as tomorrow is a holiday am not to go. I am tired and begin to be sick of the confusion I have been in so long.