Wednesday, June 8, 1887 Still dark and gloomy but warmer. I slept badly and do not feel so well today as on Monday. I seem to have more control of my joints but am very weak on my whole left side. I picked our first peas today. Sara is cleaning the sitting room and my fathers room. I sit powerless where I used to help so much. There are so many things which need my personal supervision that I am discouraged. Jamie Andrews came this evening his school having ended. Now he is all anxiety to get to his father and mother at Fort Bridger and they do not quite see how they can afford to have him come. I think I felt a little better towards evening.