Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
As the September moon continued to wax, I slipped into my customary Wednesday outfit—a dress as dark as the night with a white collar that echoed the moon's soft luminescence. The garden awaited my presence, as another moon ritual beckoned.
Tonight, I sought out mugwort, an herb known for its ability to enhance psychic abilities and dreams. As I gathered the silvery leaves, I contemplated the importance of intuition within our peculiar family.
In the garden, I encountered Uncle Fester, his attire crackling with eccentric energy. He joined me, and together, we engaged in moonlit contemplation about the mysteries that surround our family.
With the ritual complete, Uncle Fester and I returned to the mansion, the moon's ethereal glow lighting our way as we prepared for the nights ahead in September.
Until the morrow, Wednesday