A day and a half away and nothing to show for it but sleepy eyes and bags to be emptied. A strange feeling, a wont of extension of the hand; I feel regret but will not change my mind.

A wish for happier days, of time well spent and work well done. A wish for truth, for yes-ness in being, and for calmness of soul.

Perturbed, I have not Miss Bennett's presence of mind.