Tuesday, August 12:
Bad weather, I believe our summer is over. R. receives several greetings in rhyme from his companions at the Thursday gathering, who are missing him on their outing in the Fichtel Mountains.
All sorts of house errands and house difficulties. In the afternoon, to the house, and in the evening Prof. O.'s pamphlet.
While I am reading, R. interrupts me and embraces me: “I am always astonished in my home. All the rest doesn’t matter, and also doesn’t upset me.” He corrects his 9th volume.