Wednesday, April 7:
Some days ago R. told me his head was full of minuets; one of them he wrote down. Otherwise he is very worn out. Luckily the alterations to the orchestra pit will not cost too much, and R. laughs when he sees me doing accounts with my cook.
In the evening, some acquaintances. R. returns with the mayor to the unhappy subject of restaurants. Too many worries of various kinds are clashing in heart and mind.