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April 8
Saturday

Dear Muzdad,

I forgot to mail yesterday's letter in the rush. It was a queer day. Weather affects me strongly. It started out very heavy and it was hard to get out of bed - soggy - damp - cheerless - & it blew off into a most beautiful cloudy then sunny spring day - with a feeling of intoxication in the air (heightened by the shouts from the street whenever a brewer's wagon went by.) I played a lot of folk songs and speedy Italian music & sang & danced alone up here in my sky parlor - & instead of not painting much - as I wrote you I was going to do - I worked like mad all day on Giovanna - haven't looked at it today - doubtless today I will rip it all out again - but I felt that I had finished the head & that it was good. I cooked toast as I worked - for the Welsh rabbit of the evening- - & I had marketed before breakfast- Just before 5 I took a bath & dressed & trotted off in a taxi for the boys' place - loaded down with things - a large carton full of fruit, toast