Rain, Rain, Samhain

EXPECTOPATRONUMsmall Well, I got an extra hour of sleep. It was as glorious as I expected it to be. The only thing that would have made it better is flannel sheets, but I’m holding off on those for a little while. That will make them all the better when I finally put them on. (Delayed gratification FTW.)

NaNo has begun. I’m signed up, and have made a good start of it. Switching between Steelflower and The Marked gives me interesting dreams; a bunch of tattooed Picts on horses rumbled all through my head last night. Along with a sea-voyage dream full of cockroaches and skulls.

My brain, she is a funny place sometimes.

Samhain was nice. It was busy, and the kids were allowed to use both knives and saws on their pumpkins without supervision. (Thirteen and seventeen is old enough, I think.) Dual pumpkin lobotomies were duly performed. The Prince did his carving freehand, following the pattern in his head; the Princess did a stencil of a spooky tree.

The surgery was a mess afterward...
The surgery was a mess afterward…

We had a Rain Event that day. Standing water on the roads from drains clogged with leaves and fir needles, persistent downpours that made everything look blurry–it was glorious, though I did feel sorry for the kids expecting to trick or treat. They were forced to the Car Method of Trick-or-Treating, and there were many umbrellas bobbing down the wet street. The Princess was at a Halloween party, and the Prince and I had dinner and settled down to coexist in the same room, both of us looking at glowing screens. His version of hanging out with The Parental Unit involves quiet proximity, and that’s good enough for me. He didn’t want to go trick-or-treating–why, when I got them bags of candy they didn’t have to share? Truth be told I was relieved.

One good thing about the rain–the assholes who were setting off fireworks gave up after one or two. Miss B was very grateful for that, and so was I.

That was my weekend, and my favorite holiday of the year. Now it’s back to the grindstone, and the dark half of the year is heading towards its darkest. I might even vigil for Yule this year, if I can get enough sleep beforehand.

But that’s in the future, and now I have to get some wordcount in.

Over and out.