Dearest Diary,
I must first and foremost apologize. It seems that in my folly, I have been away for a fortnight and you've heard nothing from me. Do not regard this as an indiscretion but a mere absence of insignificance. The fall lessons begin on the morrow and it seemed imeperative that I take a short respite from the task at hand. I am once again yours and shall not deter from this particular diary very soon.
That being said I must keep you abreast of all that has transpired since last we spoke. Our summer guest had to away just yesterday for the very great lake regions in the north of the country. I was beside myself with anguish, but I am assured that she will not be away for long. In this side of a year, she will likely be once again in the peninsula.
I am told that Grandmother's health is on the rise and this is news of a most fantastic nature. As for the schoolchildren, I anticipate an exceedingly enjoyable year. I have not as of yet been convinced otherwise. There are certainly new acquaintances to establish and routines to settle back into. Not the least of which are my walking engagements in the afternoon. I should not like to undo what I have worked enormously hard to accomplish. Such excursions shall resume on the morrow.
Now for the topic of gentlemen. You have heard me declare on numerous occasions how eager I am to meet the sort that I might deem honourable enough for my hand. And while that remains true, I have encountered some reassurance in my own independence. I do not value it so much so as to reject a gentlemen caller, but I am rather confident in my ability to function without the aid of such a companion. I even took it upon myself to make adjustments to my own phaeton. And I was quite successful at it.
Nevertheless, I cannot hide my affinity for the masculine race. I should hope that I might make one's acquaintance quite soon. Even perhaps on the morrow...
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