Dearest Diary,
The draftiness of the sitting room, I hope will be diminished at last by the promise of warmer days and the new drapes I was able to hang in the windows. Now that Father Christmas has come and gone, I have replaced such festive decoration with some new furnishings. I had promised I would soon afford a new chaise as the old is beginning to sink a bit. I should hope to acquire such a piece in the coming weeks.
This evening however 't would be best to forget such frivolity and focus on the days ahead. Tomorrow I start again as a Lecturer at the University. Although I quite enjoy the younger children, it is a nice contrast to instruct the elder. I shall have the fortune of seeing both tomorrow.
I was most looking forward to a visit with a young lady I had heard much about from the Misses Gilmore. It seems Miss Longstocking arrived in town a few days previous, but we had the opportunity to visit tonight. And though her accolades preceeded her, I found her to be most preposterous. I nearly sent her home early, but alas I remained hospitable until 't was time for her to retire. I believe she is hoped to be received by my mother and sister as well as another dear friend before she returns from whence she came. I confided to them of my disappointment.
I suppose they can formulate their own opinion of the girl. I shall think no more about it until tomorrow...
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