grateful
It's already been a week since Muskoka died. What a blur.
Been watching a lot of cozy vlogs. And reading, like I mentioned. Latest book: Hemlock & Silver by T. Kingfisher, a reimagined, dark telling of Snow White. She has single-handedly revived my love of reading. Her writing is dark and witty, and the romance isn't at the forefront of the story, which I appreciate rn. She's quite the prolific writer, so I'm excited to have a lot of her work ahead to enjoy.
I'm heading home tomorrow. Idk. I will try it out and see how I feel. If it's unbearable, I'll come back to K's. He lives in the country, so there isn't much for me to do around here, except go for walks. I've been to two libraries already, and the main strip took me all but 20 min to see on foot.
When I get home, I'll probably clean. Do laundry. And then I'd like to visit a few bookstores I've never been to. Specifically, Ben McNally Books and BMV on Edward St.
I picked out a tiny marble urn for his ashes. And I was also thinking of getting a tiny necklace or ring made from his ashes to wear. Still thinking about it. I'd like to print some pictures and put them in a physical album, but perhaps not right away. Last night, in bed, I watched some vids of him from when he was only a few years old. A lifetime ago.
I remember when M died, I wanted to get rid of everything in the house in the snap of a finger. But with poo's things I don't feel that way. I guess I'll see how I feel tmrw.
I wanted to thank all of you who have sent me the kindest of messages. What a comfort those letters have been. So grateful to have friends like you in my corner <3