Earlier this week, it snowed for the first time this season in Ontario and it felt strange to have it this early. Usually I love a snowfall, but this one just felt like that guest who comes to the party too early. Like, settle down. We’re not ready yet. I also think I might not be mentally prepared for the holidays yet. Usually I’m all in, but this will be the first Christmas without Baby Dog and I don’t entirely know how to handle that. I know there are gonna be hard moments, but I’m also weary of any of the especially nice parts too. Almost like I don’t want to be happy about any of the moments that she doesn’t get to be here. I find myself constantly thinking about that quote about grief that says something like, “Life really does go on, but it’s just never the same.” (This probably should’ve just been a journal entry, but apparently Substack won’t let you use the backspace button when you’re being sincere, so that’s weird??) Onto what went on this past week.

You can read the rest of this week’s Fall Fridays over here!