Another year older. I am not sure about the wiser part, but perhaps that only applies to those who have already reached their majority.
At least I have now reached an age I am not embarrassed to admit to being. When I was under the age of ten, I recall that having to admit to it rather felt like I was admitting to a character flaw. Worse, a flaw that could not be corrected except by passage of time.
Speaking of time, at least I was able to make use of my recuperation time to catch up on the reading parts of my studies. Illness or not, the semi-annual testing waits for no-one, so I suppose I shall see just how well I have been able to catch up when they begin.
The war news, or rather the lack of it, is rather getting on my nerves. I have sent a letter to my guardian and begged her to send me the papers. I know they will not hold any real detail either, but anything would be more than the attitude of the school which seems to be panic in preparation and then pretend nothing untoward is going on outside of our school walls. Of course I know that nothing will be accomplished by us dwelling on the war, but I cannot help but chafe at being kept in ignorance. Despite the saying, I for one do not consider it bliss.
I have graduated back to a relatively normal diet. I say relatively because they are having me avoid spicier fare for now, but by month's end, I should be able to eat anything I like once more. I've regained a bit of the weight that I lost, enough so that Ermengarde has pronounced that I no longer look like a pitiful, homeless waif. They cut the hair of all of us that were in quarantine rather short to make caring for us easier. What this means for me is that my head is a literal mass of unruly curls that I fear make me look rather boyish. A cute boy perhaps, but a boy nonetheless.
I cannot wait for the weather to clear during the day. I never knew how much I could pine for a ray of sunshine. I hope the weather is kinder to you wherever you are.
You are often in my thoughts and always in my prayers.
All my love to you always,
Millicent
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