Dearest Diary,
Having not had the good fortune of speaking with you yesterday, I find there is much to report and yet also very little. It weighs much heavier than anticipated to have not conversed, and yet I am certain it was the proper thing to do. Nevertheless, there was much to remit. The lectures were received quite well, albeit slightly shorter than anticipated. So for the remainder of my visit to the coast, I walked beside the waters and observed the wildlife that is well-stocked within its borders. Many of the fish were prone to leaping about and I could not help but fathom a story surrounding the confidence of a particular dolphin who made its way past the docks. I suspect it was on a long journey home. Privy to such information, I am not, though I found it delightful to concoct.
I did arrive back at the Tower View estate in the early waking hours of the morning and instead went straight to bed. Needless to say it was well past noon when I, myself, awoke. I then spent the following hours engaged in the rigourous activity which has been such a friend to me this past month. I might attest to my figure being nearly six centimeters smaller around from when I began such exercise. I am exceedingly delighted.
The evening hours led me to the opera as there happened to be a local production of Pucinni's Turandot. I must say it is a rather odd sort of tale, but I am endlessly entranced by the artistry of the scenery and melody. Pucinni is a personal favourite.
I am eager to return to you Friday but fear I must be away on the morrow...
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