Well, back to less spooky posting tomorrow.

Halloween being over and everything.  I’m not doing NaNoWriMo, before anybody asks: instead I’m going to be actively starting up trying to sell something.  In my experience, the single best way for motivating me into perfecting my craft as an writer has always been to wave money in my face. Obviously, this is just my particular artistic kink, not a general rule; but since it seems to work for me as an impetus for artistic growth I see no reason not to go with it now.

So I figure that we’ll see what November brings.

Annnnnd it’s sundown on Halloween.

Time for the kids to go out, and the kids to arrive.  It’s just the right temperature for trick-or-treating, ghosting through the neighborhood… and adding just a tot of whiskey to your coffee as you contemplate the gathering, friendly dusk. Mom gets to take the kids out, Dad gets to hand out the candy, the kids get more into this every year.

It’s all good.

Happy Halloween!

Meatball Stroganoff in the slow cooker, pot roast in the oven.  Gotta get the pumpkins out and the Giant Double-Boiler Pot of Candy; the kids are home, but they shouldn’t be in their costumes for at least another four, five hours. And the downstairs could use some cleaning.  I’ll let my wife worry about the fog machine, which she finally convinced herself she deserved after all*.

But first, another cup of coffee.

Moe Lane

*Don’t look at me: I’m not about to tell my wife she doesn’t deserve a fog machine. Of course she deserves a fog machine. I mean, really.

Gonna do a Meatball Stroganoff tomorrow, I think.

The kids are home and the afternoon will be busy, so something I can start in the morning and slow cook all day sounds about right.  Should have gotten some mushrooms, though.  Ach, well.  I probably should also do something with that roast that we were supposed to cook this evening, too…

Sorry. Tomorrow’s menu and Michael Jackson’s Beat It are pretty much the only two things of interest to me right at this moment. Dunno why.