Well, at least I managed to finish off the handkerchief. It's alright, nothing special, but it doesn't look terrible either. Mum even complimented it, so there's that at least. I'm trying not to be so standoffish at home, even though I think she's still mad at me for a wide variety of reasons. I love them all dearly, but I don't think I can get out of this house fast enough, just out of the fog and away from it all. I'd be happy with a sunny afternoon in the park right about now. Some actual sunshine would do me some good. I know I shouldn't complain, it's everything all weighing down in a horrible combination and it's making me extra cranky.

Even Ianthe is getting antsy, she sees me writing and then not sending anything. I had to let her out to spread her wings with no letter, she gave me a look. I wasn't aware owls could make you feel foolish, but apparently they can.

Almost one day down. I wonder how many more we'll have to spend like this?

Hopefully sleep won't elude me too much tonight, I'm exhausted after doing nothing all day. Spending all your free time worrying and trying to look like you aren't is incredibly taxing. I've read the detective story twice now, I think you'll enjoy it. Maybe we can read it together sometime, in our big cozy bed before we go to sleep. I'm going to start something new and just read until I can't keep my eyes open any longer, it'll have to do for now.

I hope you're safe tonight.