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It seems I have a never ending wealth of dreams. I'm glad it's not something new again, but rather a continuation of sorts from my latest set. Well. It's twenty years later, but it's a continuation. I can't say I'm very surprised at the man my dream self grew to be. They call me Monsieur l'abbé d'Herblay and I'm a frondeur and I seem to be as vain as ever. Regrettably, we four friends seem to be on opposing sides. And Athos and I get to travel suddenly to England to try and help King Charles I. (My dream self is very wary of the English.)

Apart from that, I hope everyone had a good day yesterday. I've suddenly realized I have a lot to be thankful for. I take many things for granted and don't often stop to express my gratitude. It's probably time to start growing up a bit, yes?

So, incoherent shrieking? Incoherent shrieking.

I'm sure that everyone will be happy to hear that all Starks and guests survived Thanksgiving dinner. There were very few arguments and no actual fights. So all in all, it was a successful holiday. I can't promise that the same thing will happen on Christmas though.

I've been getting letters from Neal while he and Lina have been on the road. Older forms of correspondence are nice, and remind me of more simple days. Well... more simple days that I've read about. I wasn't allowed to write letters to people in either of my lives, but I have a kind of... fascination with it.

I used to have a collection of stationary and colored ink pens and all of this. I turned it towards the practice of calligraphy and other things, since I couldn't use it to write to anyone but my tutors.

I wish I could write them back, but there's no where I'd know to send a letter to. Still, it's a comfort to hear that they're alright. Mostly. The last letter I got was a little concerning. If either of you are checking this on your phone, I hope you're both doing alright! And that you enjoyed your chicken and waffles?