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…