Dearest Diary,
I cannot imagine a more fortuitous afternoon. For what began with a delectable lunch, followed shortly by a visit to the markets in town, concluded with my attendance at the services and dinner in the company of a friend.
At the return to the estate, I have had little interest in settling in for the evening. Rather I have accomplished much and spoken at length with a most beloved friend who celebrates a birthday today. We are to convene on the morrow at that oft avoided yet much needed establishment for the physical fitness. It seems I just might participate in a competition of the most demanding sort in the coming months. I have made promises of the sort previously, but these are the sorts of competitions nearer my grasp, I believe. The ones that last a mere five to ten kilometers. I shall of course favour the smaller of the two. The decision however depends on my resolve as the weeks pass by. Perhaps there will be more to say on the matter in a few days. And in addition to the engagement in sport, I shall indeed celebrate another birthday on the morrow...
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