October 29th
Masculine skies...feminine skies...at this season of the year they are mostly masculine, with snow falling, wind blowing. My feet are cold because of the weather, or is it because my fireplace chimney needs cleaning? Cold, I have moved to the library.
As I mull over my papers I observe the great books around me. I must concentrate. I must push on. There is so much to be done with the organization of my treatises. So much.
Maturina rouses me.
“You are cold, Maestro...it is chilly in this room.”
So, I am cold!
Perhaps I have cathedral sickness!
It is good to be writing again. My journal suffers when my hand is unsteady.
Francesco is away; that troubles me.
I wish I were young and could bend horseshoes instead of two sheets of paper.