It always feels like you—like your arms, Mtterchen—and I am tired.
Rested at Pintumbra, as there was good feed for our tired and hungry horses.
You must see that I am not in the least tired, only a little dazzled by the sun.
It's nice to be so tired, and to know one can sleep as long as one wants.
When I have time and am not too tired, I comfort myself with scribbling.