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Twirsday, 2 Deichen, 1893 C.E.
Jimool, 20 Sajibu, 2157 T.M.L.
13 Tlanoluaoy, 7 Coatl, 6.11.2.1.8.3.8
Dear Journal,
I woke early for some reason this morning, so after doing as much as I could without Nais and warm water to get ready for the day, I took the opportunity to read the next chapter of my Aunty Ssang novel. I believe I am developing an ambition to mature and age into one of these ladies - if not Aunty Ssang herself, perhaps Mak Nur-rang who seems to have perfected the art of managing a difficult set of close relations while managing to raise perfectly nice children of her own. (Of course it was her mother-in-law who arranged her eldest son's marriage to that dreadful young woman!)