Morning at the Office. Day clear but cool with an East wind. Wrote a letter to my
Mother which I propose to be the last which I shall send. Their silence and perfect
indifference to arrangements at Washington puzzles me extremely. Went to see Abby
but felt exceedingly low spirited, as my doubts about myself again arise. I am coming
to the point so that my mind ought to be braced up to it. Afternoon. Commenced reading
and was much struck with the style of the Preface. Rode to Medford with Abby this
evening. But I felt very singularly all the evening.