Saturday, June 11, 1887 A cool, rich quiet day. I try to believe my lame side is showing more sensation but alternate between hope that I am improving and fear that I am not. A letter came from Wood and with it the Insurance policy of the A. M. A. Society. I have written him. A letter came for Sara from Lucy but a telegram came from Sara saying she cannot finish with the dentist and will not come home until Monday. I miss poor old Park and have had moods of melancholy and depression which I strive against. Went over to my studio and took off all the sketches I had mounted as they did not stick to the canvas as I might have known.