Thursday, January 1:
We did not get to bed until 2 o’clock, in consequence of which R., very tired, decides against visiting the studio. I am there at first by myself, then with the children. R. has an inflammation of the eyes. Dr. Bezold is not worried by it.
For me and the children, a performance of Tannhäuser. Very good in many respects, and for me overwhelmingly impressive; the first scene blissfully relaxing. I do not miss R., inasmuch as a few things would have vexed him greatly, and he was glad to avoid the ovation which would certainly have been given him here in the Munich theater.