Friday, Aug 24, 1888 Warmer today. This evening Sara and I went down and called on Mrs. Coykendall to learn about Mrs. Cornell who has been very poorly all summer with threatened blindness. About ten days ago she had a stroke of paralysis, from which, from what Mary told us, I should doubt if she rallies. Mrs. Hardenburgh, Mr. Cornells sister is also very ill and the Major seems to be full of trouble. My lameness seems to be aggravated for a week past. Mr. Seager and I went up to Mt. Graham last Sunday and came down the steep front. Perhaps an increased lameness may be the result. I am trying to be content but life is very dull here, simply because I am not employed and I do not seem to have the decision and energy to get at any thing. I have not the least desire to paint--indeed the idea is rather distasteful to me, but I hope later in the fall to be more in the mood. Our unsettled state troubles me and unfits me for constructive work, and then I have had no stimulus in my profession for a long time not having sold a picture for a great while.