Oh, fall. Every fall, without fail, I feel this weird and conflicting combination of profound melancholy and boundless optimism. Weirdly nostalgic, too - but in kind of an unpleasant heartbreak sort of way. Maybe the leaves reaching peak beauty just before meeting their doom and withering into wet mulch is what does it. It's like, too close a metaphor for our short time here, and it makes me all existential and weird.
Milo is taking longer naps now, so I can actually start making blog posts and brooches again! YAY! I started up a fresh batch of brooches last week. Let's see how long it will take me to finish them! heehee. But really though, I need to get workin' because it's hard to make ends meet with just Franklin's income. I gotta like, step up my game... which is hard because I'm also incapacitated by anxiety - yay!