I’ve been pretty angry this week and it makes it feel better (?) when I am able to define more concisely what my anger is about.

Like… it’s just brown dead tundra as far as you can see.

The upcoming weather in war-torn Wisconsin.

My indoor plants have definitely decided it’s fall.

I’m mindlessly waiting for them to finish tallying up books I’m trying to sell, poking at this blue butterfly thing.

So far? It’s alright.