Dearest Diary,
The dreary weather got the best of me this morning. I remained at Ashford for far too long and was not able to accomplish the tasks I had hoped, though a few remained successful. And while I felt little hope yesterday, Mr. Woodston returned for a visit today. We exchanged pleasantries for a short while before he would away once more. I do not feel the sort of assurance in his impeccable character but he is a nice diversion on which to focus for the present.
In the morning I shall return briefly to the schoolhouse for a short music lesson before calling on the Mr. Disneys for some exercise. Perhaps you should like to join me on the morrow?
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