30 June, in the year of our Lord 2021
Up betimes but very tired, day by day worse for lack of sleep, though my Prendysolone ended these last few days. I am too hot at night, so ordered a new summer quilt on the Line, which I hope to be light so I may sleep. After dinner comes with the Messenger an apologia from Mr. Bradys shoppe in Warren town, that they have not yet sent off the set of my musical boxes that I left there for servising, which is a great dysappointment for it is three weeks now and I hoped the new to be installed.
7 July, in the year of our Lord 2021
To recent sleeplenesse owing to nasal blockade, and wakefullness to the dose of my Styroid pills, must now be added insomnia, being very hot under my new quilt, which is very light, and without need of separate cover so that it may be washed with ease, but this morning found it to be a 10½ Togge and not the 4½, that I ordered.
Today my mind turned again to a mayde, which shall help me in tasks around my house, so placed in shoppe windows in the lanes about my house some notices, to that effect. Also that I shall have made a new Portrait, the existing being the famous framed portrait of me by Mr. Hayls, the paynter, in which I wear my fine Indian silk gown and hold the music I wrote to a lyric from Mr. Davenant’s Siege of Rhodes, which is very old, and there have been changes in my countenance since it done (to such a degree, that I cannot recognise myselfe in it).