Friday, 2 November 1883
What a fine thing I have to do... Today there was not a soul about. I shall not go on holidays and Sundays — and during the week it is a desert, especially in this season; well then... As long as I do not fall ill... I very much want a painting... after which I shall not paint outdoors again this winter; it could be done in a month, November. On the Water. Simple and very beautiful. I shall wrap up well; only my eyes will be uncovered.C'est bien beau ce que j'ai à faire... Aujourd'hui il n'y avait pas un chat, je n'irai plus les fêtes et dimanches, et dans la semaine c'est un désert surtout en cette saison, enfin... Pourvu que je ne tombe pas malade...