How are you back home? It’s so hot here. We’re all going to die. I’m quite tired today even though work was very chill — I guess waking up early just does that to you.
My days have been quite quiet. We heard some coyotes howling a few days ago. They sound like screaming children. Poor Achilles got scared. I’m also reading Murder on the Orient Express — quite good. I feel I’ve been so sparse with you lately; it’s not for lack of love but lack of wits about me. I have six days of work after Saturday — so so tired. I suppose the only exciting (to me, at least) is that I defeated the secret enemy of the third Deltarune chapter. I’m not a gamer. It took three weeks. But those words might not mean much to you which is fine.
I’m watching Midnight Mass right now. I’ve written a story quite like it. It feels like a better version in many ways. It’s a little disheartening, but a good lesson in writing. It’s about a small island town with an ominous Catholic church. I find small towns with dark secrets very relatable. I am one of the secrets.
I got a funky strawberry shortcake drink at the grocery store today. Sometimes life is sweet despite it all. I love you.
With love,
Alice