Sunday, Jan 13, 1884 A grey winter day. After breakfast Clark the carpenter came and measured my studies of this year which I have had mounted for the pine frames which I am going to gild with gold paint. Calvert went up to Yonkers to visit Downing to whom I wrote today. After dinner Marion and I went around to the Century to see the pictures. I staid there and read the papers until tea time and came early to my room and spent the evening transferring my painting materials to the drawer as I found my old arrangement inconvenient. Today also I hung up a row of my larger old studies on the upper line of my studio and so got them out of the way. I wonder sometimes why I feel so hopeful and happy as I do and almost fear something may be awaiting me to change it all.