Saturday, Nov 1, 1884 It was still stormy this morning but has cleared up. I have been painting all day in my studio, but my work does not please me. I can not get into a quiet frame of mind and when I am troubled my work shows it. Sara drove my father down town today. I encourage him to help himself all I can but he dislikes to do the least thing although quite able to help himself. I feel full of anxiety about the winter. Business is so depressed I am afraid Art will suffer. If I only felt like work and able to do good work I would be more hopeful. I had another letter from the agent of the New Orleans Exposition wanting to know who owned some of my pictures. I have written him a list of several persons, Fuller, Pinchot, Coykendall, Joe Cornell and Geo. Cooper and also Mr. Borden and given him an order on Weir for my "Clouds". It is very dull and sad here and I wish it were possible for Lucy to come on for the winter. I do not see how we are to manage.