Dearest Diary,
Good Morning! I am unaccustomed to speaking with you so early, but it seems I have been quite absent in the days previous. There is much on my mind that simply could not wait until evening. And you know my penchant for late hours, especially on a Tuesday. I find it most necessary to approach you at present rather than the wee hours of the morning.
You might have assumed that Saturday was spent at the weekly services as I occasionally attend early. The afternoon however was a delightful outing with Mother and Sister. And following the service was a delicate confection of pure delight. I devoured it in its entirety. Sunday therfore afforded me the opportunity to accompany Sister to the carriage which would away to the north of the country. Her presence was eagerly desired at the university there and may soon be required in the coming Autumn. I shall anticipate a most extraordinary holiday in such a region.
Yesterday I awoke quite early and for the final time this summer I journeyed to the coastal regions to deliver the lectures at the behest of the university. This is an activity I have come to enjoy, but I wouldn't remit that to anyone but you, Diary. I prefer the assumption that such activity is considered "work". Mother did accompany us on this visit and therefore we are to be soon in the village by the sea, taking inventory of their beautiful gowns and bonnets, as well as the attire one should wear on a visit to the ocean. I expect to return with quite an armful.
But I eagerly desire to return to the Granada estate as there is much Happiness that has occurred. The eldest Miss Lindsay in particular must be embraced. I plan to do so on the morrow...
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