Monday, Oct 27, 1884 Went down town after breakfast and did many errands getting stove pipe fitted etc. Put up the stove in the upstairs spare room and then, after 11 oclock, went over to my studio, built a fire and worked on my picture all day, improving it very much. I feel now that I shall be able to make something of it. There is no satisfaction like congenial labor. When my work is at all satisfactory I am happy. I felt irritable this evening. The house was hot and my father is so cold he nearly roasts us. He gets very careless in many things as old men are apt to, and he never did think it worth his while to conform to the customs of polite society, and now that all these things are more of a trouble he does many things which irritate me. I do not say any thing to him for fear of hurting his feelings but for his own sake I do not want him to become careless and indifferent.