
Now abt 2 PM—have been out to Mrs: Harned's (Tom's mother's) funeral at noon & for quite a spin in wheel chair since—the sun came out finely after a cloudy mn'g & the past two days' rain—a little cool.—The grip (I suppose it is) bad enough on me, & this persistent belly ache varied with dots shoots of spasms of pain (quite instantaneous) in abdomen—have the pain early morning, bed rising—my eating sufficiently careful I guess—drink tea the last week (no coffee)—Dr Thomas came over & Fox subsequently with nice glasses wh' upon trial did not seem to agree with my eyes—strained them, & less clear than my old ones, wh' I resumed & since prefer to use—but something may come of it yet—Am specially unwell to-day, head ache but shall probably soon be as usual—I sit here as usual—prospect of fine weather the rest of the day—The hatter (Phil) said the hat c'd not be well done over, & sent it back to me—have sold one or two big books lately
Walt Whitman

