The day was cloudy with a north east wind and occasionally a drizzle. I much feared that a regular storm was about to set in, so I started rather early for town, leaving all our friends who had been exceedingly kind to us. Arrived in town, I found I had little to do, so after a visit at my house, and one or two commissions I had nothing left excepting to go to work drawing up accounts. The weather however looked so threatening that I thought best to start earlier than usual for Quincy which we reached quite dry some time before dinner. Afternoon, upon the hill directing and assisting Kirk in sodding on the back of the house. This was not finished before sunset. Evening, at home. I was a little fatigued.