Today I didst dedicate much time to hunting for my missing great aunt and uncle. Verily, I didst find a list of all of those in the necropolis in the land of my fathers. In this case, ’twas actually the land of my mother’s father. I have yet to find any trace of them, except to know that their didst lie when she told the royal census taker that they were dead. For they are not there. Perhaps one day, I shall discover their fates. Perhaps I shalt call on a wisp to hunt for me, but that shall take great time and effort. In the meantime, I shall continue to poor over the names of those who are there. The greatest being, Sir Thomas Katt; the familiar who was so wonderful, he was buried with his family.
On the morrow, I shall gird mine loins and don my face mask, for I must go out to the plagued lands and journey to the market for supplies. There is still no word on what the fall semester shall look like. I am preparing more masks as I suspect we shall don them and teach masked face to masked face.
The Middle-Aged Single Fantasy Witch 