Easy come easy go

That I have to connect to vpn to access my favourite words is a process of pain that I do not wish to comment on.
Gone are the days when I'd ideally open any website without the hassle of any protocols.
Ah, the things that bother me.

I came home to half a dozen dead plants and to say that my soul shrivelled inside of me would be putting it rather timidly, for I cried a tsunami in my heart.
Turns out the apparatus I'd made to steadily seep water in plants didn't work in some, while others are lush green and prospering, a few died to a dried twig like cadaver.
Sads.
Also, it's gotten cold.
The house feels like a hill station guest house, cold with a feeling of empty desertion.
Houses take a bit of warming up and living into to turn them into homes and with the kind of autumnal chill that's steadily veering towards gelid enthusiasm this place might take a whole lot of warming up.
It's windy, brazenly so, and the need to constantly wear socks and full warm clothing has necessitated a number of immediate changes; like pulling out season friendly garb that is composed of sweat shirts and fleece jackets to keep oncoming cold at bay and did I tell you how repulsive cold water feels to the touch?

Now the issue with my darling cat.
I saw him but a glimpse before he disappeared somewhere in the scenery, and is not yet aware of my return.
I'll go out to look for him in a while if he doesn't turn up and ugh, I'm back here in truth and there's something very numb inside of me right now.