Wrote a letter to my Mother this morning,1 in a deep fit of the blues. My temper is variable in the extreme. Received one from her after breakfast which is rather better than usual. John’s affair is still going on. The day was rainy and disagreeable. I went out of town with Mr. Brooks to Medford where I have not before been for some time. Found 233Abby well but the children all sick, and Mrs. Everett consequently in low spirits. Passed the evening in conversation with Abby.