A few days ago, R. told me that he has nothing but minuets in his head; he wrote down a theme from one of them. Otherwise, he is quite unwell; fortunately, it seems the change in the orchestra pit is not causing too much distress. I still have to get my entire house in order, and R. laughs as he sees me planning with my cook. In the evening, a few acquaintances visit. R. again brings up the unfortunate question of the inn with the good mayor. – Too many worries are crossing my mind and heart.
Revised English translation by Jo Cousins.