Monday, Nov 14, 1887 Sara came home to breakfast. Nannie was somewhat composed. I went over to the Cemetery to see about getting the horse & cart to draw some manure over to our lot and Tom has been at work at it all afternoon. I went down to Rondout on some errands and when I returned Tom and I put my stove up in my room so as to have it ready when I come home from N. Y. if necessary. I put a bolt on the kitchen door down stairs and have been on my feet all day, packing my trunk to go to N. Y. tomorrow and doing many things. Sara has gone down to John again this evening to stay. Frank Waters and his wife called and she walked down with them. This is my last night at home and I am alone. How difficult it will be for me tomorrow night and to Sara too. It is all very pleasant when we are here together but it is sad and lonely to be here with no one to talk with. I hope Sara can manage to have [?] come over with her most of the time.