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.