Dearest Diary,
My absence has not been unwarranted this week, I promise you. It began with the departure of the eldest Miss Lindsay and continued with music lessons, recitals, rehearsals, and an Advent celebration. All of which, I deem a particular success and it is not without some bit of disappointment that such events are now passed. However, tomorrow, I am to away to the lake regions in the north of the country for a visit with sister and to attend yet another recital given by the foreign dignitary I spoke of many months ago. Monsieur Buble will be donning his best attire and entertaining with some caroles of the olde. I am beginning to highly anticipate Father Christmas' return. Such anticipation has been difficult to acquire with the enormity of obligations as of late, but I am finding myself now quite eager.
I cannot promise I shall return to you in the coming days, but quite soon I hope. Do assume, however, that you'll be nearest my heart on the morrow...
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