... or, the saddest Halloween ever.
Well, I've already cracked open the port and am digging into the chocolate, and it's not even 7pm.
Usually at this time I'm finishing off costumes and figuring out how to take my kids around the neighborhood, having spent all day decorating.
Not this year. Between infections, surgery, and resistant (or recurrent) infections, I am just wiped. For the first time in a LONG time, I haven't decorated for Halloween.
Nothing. Nada. Zip. Not even a jack-o-lantern.
It's sad, but oddly peaceful; I'm alone in the house (Jeff is taking Grace and a friend through the neighborhood, and Peter is off on his first solo Halloween run), I get to see all the trick or treaters (and they ARE a hoot -- a Princess just exclaimed, "OOOH, that's a lot!!!"), and, as I said, I've already cracked open the port!
But I'm looking forward to being well next year!
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