Friday, January 28:
Not a good night, but I got out of bed swiftly to bathe Fidi and then to have breakfast in comfort with R. Then to the children; Lusch unwell, no lessons, I write down my poem for Prince Wallerstein, which Lusch is to recite to him on Sunday.
In the afternoon went for a walk with R. Unwell; in the evening read Schopenhauer.