Went to town again today, wind warmer and cloudy. I was at the house and from thence to see Kauffer the painter about the work in Hancock Street. Several commissions also consumed the time and the business of the Agency at the Office. I felt somewhat relieved from immediate pressure although not at all so from the general one which I have endured for some time. My anxiety about terminating at my house, and the town arrangements for the winter together with the agency concern and the superintendence of the place at Quincy with two or three literary projects on hand embarrass and confuse me.

Home. Afternoon as usual in superintendance. Evening after Loto with the children, I was with the Ladies until they retired when I sat down to a resolute effort to make a draft of my plan, and I accomplished so much in a short time as to ease my mind a good deal, but not entirely for the plan being so extensive, it puzzles me on the one hand to cull the objects and on the other to condense the style. This is in itself a small affair and yet to do it creditably is somewhat important to me.