But to Whom did they think they were bestowing this to? This was going to be, a Lord Off.
One has a Master's Desk, a desk of letters when such was the way of the world, before email came to render care and craft obsolete. It's also buried as is everything In the Lair, but One could get to some of it. Two campaign boxes - fountain pens and wax seals. Stationary always at hand, and at least one fine ink.
Tradition would hold that One would melt the wax in a cauldron with a handle, but the glue gun works (don't tell anyone).
Embossed stationary, brief hand-written note, in cursive script (which to be honest is atrocious), wax seal, with a golden ("Brass") thread. One even off-aligned the M to denote a familiarity with the form, but a casualness to this specific reply, maintaining expectations of our relative stations.
You can find all sorts of things in boxes around the lair. There was a Fourth Doctor's Sonic Screwdriver replica, an old card someone had sent, and This - a Conklin Pen, made to appear as it did when Mark Twain was hawking them for the company.
Studying is Seriously falling behind - One's laissez-faire study discipline - a pell-mell if you will, counting on brilliance saving the day, is Not my friend in regards to studying python. One hates to say, but One is going to Have to set some specific concrete goals beyond 3hrs a week.
Lastly, and perhaps Why One is missing benchmarks for study, One is about 25% through the Kasa (but with "matter") upgrades. One prefers to speak and have the Magic Happen (why there's SUtech and Malignobot programs). And of Course, as One is upgrading From Wemo (because they're shutting down the support), Fate it seems is not without a sense of humor.
That's it for now. Need to get back to that studying.
M
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