Tuesday, December 20:
R. is not well. The foehn does not agree with him. His veins are swollen, and he had a bad night. His good muse, he calls me, but all his love cannot dispel my concern about his indisposition. R[ichter] is in Zurich. I to town, where Count B. tells me there is a nice article about Beethoven in the Nationalzeitung. At the same time Herr Fritzsch sends R. more money for this work, which surprises R. exceedingly. In the evening Gibbon.