enough

 Awoke and noticed that the self was a casualty of the host of the last night's generosity. The head hurt and there were cramps in the legs, waking was pleasant enough but getting up was hell. That is the way the day starts, after a long conversation with yet another artist who wants pictures of his things. This man was worth talking to, the works are incredibly good, a man who lives in a retiring way.

He will give a new years party, that has been marvellous in the last years, and should be great tomorrow. The beginning of yesterday night was spent sweeping his studio.

The end was spent in discussion over the planned pictures, the commission that was hoped for.

Today was a sore awakening, and a small walk about town did not help. The day was spent correcting the exposures on the pictures, preparing them for the printers and tryingu to predict their limitations to attempt to make up files that could be easily and well used in the production of the catalogue of the artists.

It is now half past eleven on this Saturday night, thank God if he's listening that it is the last of this year. A half of beer in the pub and another at the Italians, that is all and it will do.