Dearest Diary,
You would not think it to believe that I am feeling entirely well rested despite the hour at which I come to you. The truth is, I have accomplished much and yet have done very little this evening. Those are the days for which I pray at great length this time of year. It seems there is always much commotion surrounding these final weeks of lessons and this year has been no different. However, tonight I was able to do the sorts of things one ought to have leisure to do on a weekly basis. In addition it seems that I have found a medic willing to come to the aid of Lady Pigeon who has been three years without the necessary ointments which are known to fend off violent ailments. Fortunately, she has managed to avoid them thus far. In two days she ought to be well stocked for continuing her defense. This is brilliant news.
Additionally, I am already prepared for the morning hymnsing and should like to be in fine voice for such an event. Might I see you on the morrow?...
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