Wednesday, Nov 21, 1888 Very cold, the mercury at 10. I was so ill and dizzy this morning that I had to go back to bed two or three times before I was able to dress myself. Had a disagreeable complication from the sale of a few corn stalks from the garden arising from my being ill and Tom away working on our lot in the cemetery. I wrote to Mr. Sawyer in N. Y. several days ago to make us a visit before they returned but have not heard from them. The men have been shingling all day.