Dearest Diary,
There is nothing more suitable than a day such as this one. It was rather pleasant to have the sort of rest I needed and to be followed by a visit to a merchant who specializes in feet. Such treatments might be frequently painful, but I am certain that the satisfaction of beauty which follows makes it well worth the agony of the moment. Now adorned with the most magnificent shoe, I could not be happier. When all of this is coupled with the sort of southern faire we enjoyed for dinner, it is difficult to imagine a more satisfactory Saturday.
The weekly services are set for the morning, but I am uncertain where I shall attend. I have been invited to many others in the county, but does it make me disloyal to my own parrish? I shall revisit the quandary on the morrow...
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