Hell isn’t a place, it’s a vibe.

Oh! The creeping despair of losing an hour of daylight. Losing the will to wear shorts. Watching my garden wither and die. The season of decay has arrived.

October is almost here, and it’s time to let go of summer. I’ve been combating my Autumn Blues with thermal bibs, and soon, mitts. “How do you shift with mitts?” asked Alexa.

I can feel the paddle through a centimetre of insulation.

I’m treating myself to some aromatherapy with my latest scented candle purchase and draping my body in my technicolour dream-robe. I even bought a sweater for when I’m not ensconced in my robe. My bi-monthly (eh, more like tri-monthly) bouquet purchases are still happening.

It didn’t look that big in the store. What the fancy rich lady shit is this, right?

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9/11 wasn’t my day.

In super-recent, as of two minutes ago, news, my mouse has died. I’m using the touchpad instead, and it’s making me feel self-conscious about my tech skills.

9/11 was supposed to be New Tooth Day. The hygienist asked me how I was doing as I sat down in the dental chair. I was bursting with anxiety and confessed, “I’ve had so many setbacks that I’m afraid this won’t even happen.”

It did not happen.

I buried my face in my hands upon learning the news, trying to make sense of the disappointment. I’d already spent a few days in a cloud of negative thoughts, preparing for bad news. My preparedness did not help: I was still every bit as disappointed as I deserved to be.

Then, I had to go home and explain to my adoring fans why I still don’t have that last tooth. I won’t find out what’s going on with the implant until tomorrow morning, when I’ll see a specialized equipment-having dental specialist.

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