Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
As September's moon waxed, I donned my customary Wednesday outfit, an ensemble that reflects the essence of my character. Clad in a somber dress with a white collar, I made my way to the garden once more, guided by the full moon's ethereal light.
Tonight's moon ritual called for lavender, an herb known for its calming properties. I harvested the fragrant blossoms as I contemplated the importance of serenity within our peculiar family.
In the garden, I encountered Pugsley, his attire reflecting his mischievous spirit. He joined me, and we engaged in a moonlit conversation about the mysteries of our family's history.
Together, we performed the ritual, invoking the moon's energy to instill tranquility within our peculiar abode. As we whispered incantations, I felt a sense of unity with my brother, a reminder that even in our eccentricities, we are bound by blood.
With the ritual complete, Pugsley and I returned to the mansion, the moon's glow illuminating our path as we prepared for the coming nights of September.
Until the morrow, Wednesday