then: 5:00am, friday, july 3rd, 2026
since my last: the foundation repairs have finished and we haven't had any new flooding in the basement despite a lot of houses in our bit of town struggling with it. as far as the roof goes... all we can really do is wait, although i do need to get back to the company we hired and see if they can't spot us something to cover it until they're able to come and renovate properly. i won't lie and say i've been handling the leak well because, quite frankly, it would be more alarming after my personal past with damaged rooves™ and black mold if i wasn't freaking the fuck out. i'm handling it better than i was by virtue of admitting it and taking a shit tonne of nyquil at bedtime, so! wins where you get them.
touching grass: star and i lost our favourite walking trail after everyone and their mayor decided it was a good spot to park their big yellow machines, but we're making plans to get the front catio porch functional as an actual entrance and exit again which means it will be easier to pop out on walks around to the corner shop and then actually get back to visiting the local national parks from there. the rain has thrown everything off-track and i am mourning the summer i thought i'd spend fighting the lawnmower and face down in the ocean, but i'm trying to push through the absolute seasonal meltdown the entire city seems to be having alongside me.
mindlessly scrolling: we've been watching widow's bay on the recommendation of a few members in the horror manga scanlation discord i'm in and its honestly been both very fun and very scary. i know i'm a coward but i'm also a relentless bitch and i've had very little to complain about on the screaming-from-behind-a-cushion front. as ever i am still embroiled in afk journey, and i will be until the third half of the season rolls in and we get to finish our map by breaking into the house of the kid who was poisoning his classmates in the previous arc. i don't think i'll be so lucky as to see my ugly dog wizard husband BUT i may be able to hear vague references to him from the soundalike kid he took under his crooked and miserable wing.