Dear Journal,
I am going to hug you to my chest, now. I am told that I give very tight hugs. Are you ready?
*squishsqueeze*
I am soooo glad to be back with you. And everyone has come to greet me, and everyone has been lovely -- and I have even chatted for real with some of them! It has been amazing to put voices to names! I am so grateful to have such sweet friends who missed me almost as badly as I missed them!
So, I have not done much yet. But of course, I had to celebrate my re-arrival with a present, so Mrs. Brody and I went and got matching parasols.

(Tada!)
Later that evening, we had an impromptu mechanical party. Mrs. Brody and her wife, Mrs. Fardel, were there, and Mr. Hassanov (it was all I could do not to cling to him about the waist), and Miss Jennifer Hargrave was there...well, she isn't mechanical, but she is silly, so she fit right in.

(Mrs. Brody is down for the count! Alas, to be photographed in such a compromising position.)
At this party Mrs. Brody and I decided that, in play, I might be the Clockwork Princess and appoint a whole clockwork court, and then we might commission a pink carriage and tour about and wave at everyone. I think this idea has merit. Also, Mr. Hassanov enlightened us as to steam therapy for human lunatics (something called hydrotherapy, it sounds very modern), and Miss Hargrave educated us as to how, sometimes, carpets and comforters can turn on their masters. I shall be most careful from now on.
And I saw the PROFESSOR. (He deserves ALL CAPITAL LETTERS, LIKE A TELEGRAM, BECAUSE I AM SO FOND OF HIM.)

(He has changed! He is shorter now! And I like his hair.)
Much has happened to him, to say the least. I must read his journals and catch up, I could not while I was away.
I am now going to go venture outside and cling to the virtual grass a bit longer. Ta, until later!
Love,
Lia