Dearest Diary,
There is something quite pleasant about our weekly hymnsings and this morning's was no different. But indeed it was improved upon with the addition of the families of the schoolchildren who were to be honoured at the occasion. Many were in attendance and I anticipate a similar congregation in only a matter of weeks at the celebration of the advent season.
I must be forthright with you, and while I do not feign Happiness, I must declare that it comes and goes as it pleases leaving me oft with a much darker emotion. Would you suppose it is simply the onset of the winter months or perhaps the want of a husband or something entirely different? I cannot fathom a reason for such changes in temper. Or have I fathomed a great number of reasons?
Nevertheless, one might be for lack of rest as I have found myself writing to you at a most inconvenient hour these past few evenings. Perchance I should to bed a bit earlier this evening. We shall meet again on the morrow...
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