Monday, March 6:
Lulu still unwell; R. working on his Destiny of Opera. "That one always has to go on chewing the same thing over and over!"
Letter from Frau Serov, who informs me that my letter arrived in time to give her husband pleasure.
From Winkel we go for a lovely walk, but return home tired. In the evening took up Gibbon again. Since I am coughing, R. rebukes me sharply for not wearing a neckerchief.