Dear Diana,
We had omelettes, bread (fresh-baked), and hot corn, with peach cobbler for dessert. Today was the Sabbath. Dad asked me what the date was, and I got it wrong! Pressure. We have a singing tomorrow. I'm not excited, but I have a wild hope that it might be fun (a little). A singing can't be all that fun. I think next month is a recital for my teacher's students. I'm hoping I can go. I think I'll play Gavotte by Rameau. Hope you'll come. I have no TKD tomorrow. Yay!
Katherine
P.S. That last line was completely irrelevant. I wrote it for no reason whatsoever.
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