A bright clean sunny day—fine winter weather. I thought surely I would get to painting but I could not force myself to. My mind grows worse with each barren day.
In studio studying & making further plans for the 1917 picture.
Evening—the concert. Very good, altho from where we sat we had difficulty hearing the cello at times, and I did not feel the power that we did last Spring when Mitropoulos led the N.Y. Philharmonic.
Home and all had pie.
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, Vol. 49, January 20, 1948