This is the entry for September 25! I’m posting it solo a day late because I don’t wanna fall behind but I can’t handle writing that much today, I am just too sleepy. I’ll explain tomorrow.
Jesus christ this email has like, twelve different things in it. I will be endlessly grateful that some of them are from The Westminster Gazette which has more respect for page space than our other paper reports so far.
September 23
Mina writes in her diary that Jonathan had a difficult evening but went off to work at his new job as leading solicitor without issue. Oh she’s so proud blah blah.
This one’s really spicy!
The air here has cooled after the storm so summer is officially winding down. I’m a bit depressed about it but I have seasonal depression so I always am. Time to start chugging vitamin D. I wonder if I can do some commemorations for durafujo for Halloween.
September 21
Today’s entry is technically dated on September 20, as part of Seward’s diary for that day. But there’s also a chapter break between yesterday and today, and the events definitely cover the next day, AND it makes for an awfully long day. Thus I’m delivering it to us today.
I really don’t agree with Dracula Daily’s editorial choices but I guess I just have to handle it.
September 19
Lucy’s nervous to sleep again, but Quincey is doing patrols around the house like a guard dog. I love him.
This is the entry for September 18th! I’m posting it on September 19th because I tried to update some website stuff yesterday and it was a catastrophe. After about 24h offline, durafujo is back in time to fill you with a hot blood load.
But the entry from today will have to come later. It’s been a long day and I’m so very sleepy.
I put off the September 13 entry so I could a. organize a sendoff party for my pal Waverly who is moving to San Francisco because they’re in LOVE and b. prepping for Hurricane Lee, who was due to arrive the evening of September 15. Waverly crashed at my place for the storm and power went out at some point in the wee hours of September 16th, came on long enough for me to make coffee, and has been off ever since. I write this with cold coffee leftovers by the overcast daylight through my window, using up my phone data and hoping my battery lasts. The power has been out for a little over 24 hours now, because Nova Scotia power is a scam.
The storm hasn’t been too bad, all considered, mostly because it was a near miss from us. Lee traveled up the west side of the province and made landfall with earnest near New Brunswick rather than in Nova Scotia, but the storm was large and the wind didn’t let up for quite a while, so there are leaves all over the place. I’ll try to add some photos to this entry.
Please enjoy this special edition power outage entry.
t’s raining again and a hurricane may be on the way. I think most people are terrified of hurricanes when they see the destruction they can cause. It makes sense, but I’m always disappointed when we go a year without a decent one. Nothing brings a community together like wandering around town after a storm, trying to find out who has power and which Tim Hortons is open. I hope we get one decent storm this year, so I can share it with you. Hopefully it’s not too catastrophic. We’ve had a few bad ones, but when you’re on a little peninsula stuck out over open ocean, you’re bound to have to endure what the sea wants to throw at you now and then.
Compared to a lot of places, Nova Scotia has pretty chill weather. The summers aren’t super hot and the winters aren’t super cold, it’s just damp and slushy. That said, please don’t move here. We’ve had a population boom since the pandemic and now many lifelong residents—who have always been chronically poor—have nowhere to live since rich come-from-aways are buying all the property for twice the asking price or more, not to mention the fact that no one has a doctor and the waitlist just keeps getting longer as newcomers pour in. Tents multiply in public parks as the unhoused numbers grow in time for storms and snow, and the government does nothing except continue to woo more rich out-of-towners.
Well that was a depressing ramble to start today off with. Sorry!
The summer has been so rainy in Nova Scotia that about half of my apple tree seedlings have been murdered by mildew. They’re now undergoing a weekly bath with a baking soda/dish soap/water treatment. Every year I grow these seedlings and every year 3/4ths of them drop dead. Unfortunately, I’m very stubborn.
Meanwhile the seeds for next year’s apple trees are arriving and I have so many little apples to chop open. I have my work cut out for me and there’s still another tree I haven’t picked from yet. And prom is tomorrow!
For today’s entry I wrote in my planner that it was LG, and then I circled the LG with a red pen, so I’ll obey this message from myself and get these done right away.
September 6
This day’s entry comes in two parts. The first is a telegram from Dr. Lobotomy to Van Helsing, telling him there’s been a change for the worse and Van Helsing must come at once.