Hi. One week last month, Girls Night In suggested buying yourself flowers to enjoy for your Friday night staying in, and the sunflowers I got died instantly. Their death MAY have been aided by a certain kitten trying to smush his face in the vase, but I ain’t pointing any fingers.

That’s kind of how the month felt. Droopy. I went back to therapy after a long hiatus and she said, “I remember last summer was hard for you. I’m glad you’re back.” I’ve been sleeping a lot and going through the motions, but ugh. Hopefully this passes soon.

Anyway. On to the books and stuff!