Sunday, Dec 30, 1888 I awoke not feeling very well, more than usually conscious of my infirmity. After breakfast I came to my room and began a little picture for the Darley fund and worked all day. My work gives me no pleasure and sometimes I cant help giving way to a discouraged feeling. I am beginning to think my attack last year has really interfered with my perceptive faculties. I do not seem as interested in Natural effects nor in Art as I ought to be and all effort is a trouble to me. I have to drive myself to work when I used to go with alacrity. Marion and I went up to see Bowyer and Agnes this evening, and found them very snug in their little apartment. I wrote to Sara today.