Perfect weather ― again. I have a fire for a half hour at morning ― now: but with open windows ― then ― & all day: & a little fire at night.
Woke with awful cramp ― which is still (11 P.M.) painful.
Then X4 ― which is a bore.
Worked at Argostoli (goats) all day till 5.30.
Then walked a very little.
Dined, & penned out Cerigo drawings till 11.
It is difficult to fancy any place where one could be happier then here: ― but if war becomes general, or if these people are restless & boring ― it would not be a bed of roses.
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3. Image.]