Thursday, June 16, 1887 Still cool weather. I thought I felt better this morning but my left side is very shaky and feeble. If I could only feel my power over it returning a little I would be encouraged. I can use my leg more but the weakness does not seem to abate. The days go wearily by and I eat out my heart brooding over my condition and the uncertainty attending our affairs. I wish I could hear from Booth. I would write him to tell him how I am if I know where he is. He is probably very busy and very perplexed and I think he will write to me as soon as he can. Mrs Cantine who is going to give a party wants to send her little girl and her nurse over here to stay over night. This is asking a great deal of Sara who has her fill of responsibilities. It grew warm towards afternoon any [sic] I did not feel so well in fact was very discouraged when I went to bed. I take my exercises and rub myself but my left leg seems heavy although I can use it and bear my weight wholly on it.