Well, there were certainly no wild adventures today (yet) but it was a pleasant day nonetheless. I drove back to Wellesley, got myself situated, said hello to my fish, and walked to work. I was wearing my new classy plaid coat and black hat and bright red mittens, with a Longchamps messenger bag slung over my shoulder. I felt put-together and youthful and cheerful, and received many a smile from the local church-goers. The mere three hours of work flew by, and at 4 I walked to the gym, where I went on the elliptical and then walked some more while reading Rolling Stone's article on the 100 Greatest Singers of all time. Then I made the chilly walk home- a gate house at the Wellesley entrance was all lit up, and sparked my imagination. It's quite easy to feel like a princess wandering in an enchanted forest here- with all the ivy and turrets. I like to think that I am a princess when I am in my beautiful room, hiding from the world. When I go out, I must disguise myself as either a minstrel, jester, wild gypsy, or an unappealing old crone. That way no one will guess my true worth.
Also, I'm pretty sure I just witnessed/heard a fly being fried in the overhead light. See you tomorrow!
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