Quite a Good Day, Actually

Today was crazy, but it was a good day--I passed musket training, so now I am qualified to march in the military review on Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays. I only swallowed about half a cartridge's worth of black powder. Then I had choir practise--first time in two weeks. I didn't realise how much I missed it. And now I have a delicious brownie to end the day on. I probably shouldn't eat the whole thing, but, eh. If I don't it'll only get stale, right?