Clementine visited me yesterday and chattered away happily for over an hour about all of the plans for her wedding to the Marquis de Menars. He himself has been absent on business, she maintains, and I wonder if it is on my account. I should hope that it is, as there has been little progress on that front of late.
I do enjoy a new year, though. It is a time of new beginnings, of new chances, and we may always hope that it will be better than the last, and bring with it the realization of all of our desires. Of course, nothing aids in the fulfillment of our wishes as careful planning, and in that regard I flatter myself that I am an expert. I have a few ideas which I hope to shortly put into effect.