Here we are on Day 54 of Anadrasata's travels. Things are happening off stage, so to speak, and some of them have nothing to do with Anadrasata.
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Thuwnday, 4 Deichen, 1893 C.E.
Eheid, 22 Sajibu, 2157 T.M.L.
2 Ueuekayomatilistli, 9 Coatl, 6.11.2.1.8.3.10
Dear Journal,
This morning was fine and breezy from the south when I woke up. Yesterday was a momentous day - not only am I engaged to be married to an eligible gentleman whom I greatly esteem, but no-one in my mother's circle of acquaintance can ever suggest again that I am and have always been without prospects. (On repeated reflection, the mayor's wife is very good at making snide observations without actually stating anything. One thing I do agree with my mother on is that I do not particularly care for that lady.)