Day fine again. I felt the necessity of repeating my visit to town. Office, thence to see Mr. Sharpe who has taken advantage of my delay and absence from town to go to other work. He now promises to finish next week. Thence to see Mrs. Fuller who wants repairs. I promised to have them done provided she would renew the Lease for two years to which she seemed not at all disinclined. Thence to the house to make arrangements for our approaching return. Thus the time to be passed at the Office in transacting business was brief. I went over my Accounts and transferred some stock of the Boylston Market for Mr. Rupp. Then it became time to return home.

The afternoon was devoted to making up the arrears of my Diary which require immediate attention. Perhaps there is nothing which so teaches a lesson upon the effect of procrastination as the neglecting day by day an undertaking like a Diary.

My father appears since his return from his Journey to be suffering from a sore upon his hand which prevents his doing much. My own health never was better. Evening, walked up to Mrs. T. B. Adams’ whither the ladies had gone before. Nobody there but the family and Price Greenleaf. Conversation about our Journey. Walked home with him.