Dearest Diary,
I have returned to you once more as a matter of honour. Had I resolved to acquire more rest, than perhaps I would not have returned. Nevertheless, here I am.
It has been a most delightful Saturday, and again I am feeling quite accomplished as the day draws to a close. I discovered upon further exploration, that Ashford's previous owners left behind some useful artifacts that I should like to employ in due time. I also had the good fortune of observing my nephew in a bit of sport this morning. I expect this shall be the first of many spectator opportunities to follow. His display was quite impressive, and I believe he shows immense promise as the athlete his father desires him to be.
I must admit that I am not immune to the competitive nature, however my inspiration of late tends to be more philosophical than physical. I suspect that in order for real change to occur, one must in fact practice the changes on which she would wax philosophical. It is quite possibly useless to consider them from the comfort of the chaise. That I shall aspire to on the morrow.
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