Thursday, Dec 1, 1887 Very cold this morning. My ears and fingers ached when I went over to breakfast. Have worked all day on my picture but I do not take much pleasure in my work. I feel lonely and like isolating myself which is not a healthy state to be in. Whittredge came in. Something was said about my picture being hung down near the floor in the corridor last Spring. Whittredge as usual had no word of sympathy for me. However when such a thing happens to him it is seen in another light. Went around to the club a little while and met Inness with whom I had a talk on art. His is a thoroughly artistic nature. His art is always in his thought and he never ceases to be enthusiastic about it. I think him very talented man and by no means appreciated as he ought to be.