I have bangs now! So I guess that means I’m going through some sort of crisis. I had my every-two-months hair appointment last week and spent a few days prior looking at curtain bangs on Pinterest. After getting approval from both my mom and Josh, I told my hairdresser I wanted bangs and she was so excited. I haven’t had bangs since high school, when the side bang was “in”—circa 2010ish. I’m still getting used to them, but it’s a fun change. And if I really hate them, the hair will grow back.

We’ve had Cannoli for three months. Today is our three-month anniversary of picking up Cannoli and officially bringing her home. She has definitely settled in, and we’re pretty sure she runs the condo now. She has her favorite spots to sleep and hang out, and she can be very chatty. Josh jokes and says she has a potty mouth. We’re part of a Facebook group for alumni of the cat cafe where we adopted her from and we’ve been posting updates of what Cannoli has been up to. She had two babies that were in the cafe with her, and when they were adopted in February, I commented on the post with a picture of Cannoli saying their mama was happy they went to their forever home. One of the rescue volunteers commented and shared a video of Cannoli and her babies before they were rescued from the street where they were living. They were just so tiny and innocent, and Josh and I are so glad we can give Cannoli such a great home and a comfortable life now.

Fake spring is back again. The temperatures are reaching the mid-80s this week… in April. Thanks, New England. We uncovered and turned on the central air today to prevent it from getting too hot inside (it can be tricky since we live on the second floor). And then next week the temps are supposed to be back into the 50s.

I’ve been hobby hopping. Sometimes my tiny squirrel brain gets the best of me, and I can’t stick to just one thing. I have an ongoing cross-stitch project that I haven’t touched in months, I bought an intermediate crochet project thinking that I could do it (but haven’t even started it yet), and now I’m into paint-by-numbers. And, of course, I’m still reading. I guess it doesn’t really matter as long as I’m doing what I enjoy and I can really just do whatever I want. Speaking of…

I can do whatever I want, whenever I want. I tend to put pressure on myself, thinking that I should be doing certain things, but most of the time, it’s just my brain telling me things. For example, knowing that the weather is supposed to be nice this week, I’m telling myself that I have to go outside or I’m completely wasting the day. I go through this every year once the weather gets nice, and it’s weird because I was never an “outdoor” kid when I was younger. It’s this weird pressure struggle, and sometimes I let it get the best of me. But then I tell myself I’m an adult and I can do whatever I want. I want to stay inside? Cool. I want to go outside? Cool, too.

Our summer is already filling up. This happens every spring: I look at the shared Google calendar Josh and I use, and our summer weekends are busy with plans. This summer, the plans include: a trip to Cape Cod, two Hartford Yard Goats games, a wedding, two long weekend trips to Maine, and a Worcester Red Sox game. I’m really looking forward to going back to the Cape again, and I always love going to Maine.