I stayed home for Hallowe’en last night, out of a mixture of lingering fear of a repeat robbery, and a resurgent misanthropy. I even left work a bit early—shock! horror!—so I could catch any early trick-or-treaters. That was a bit of wasted effort, though, since I didn’t get the first knock on my door until almost 7:00.
I’m glad I was home early, though, since I ended up having unanticipated guests. Finding out about this threw me into a mini-frenzy of sorely-needed housekeeping, which is never a bad thing. When they arrived we had a couple of drinks, and watched the original 1963 version of The Haunting, which put Diana right to sleep. (Okay, the 1000mg of Allegra she took to help deal with the cat hair probably contributed, but the movie wasn’t nearly as frightening as I remember from my childhood.)
We had fun, though, and by midnight everyone was cleared out, leaving me, my cat, and my jack o’lantern, and a very large bowl of candy. Not too poor an ending to Hallowe’en, really.
Today the weather’s been almost cool, and a bit breezy. I’ve got the windows open at home, and I’ve been playing with my new toy (about which more tomorrow). I’ve got office work I should be doing, and it isn’t as though all the disarray of my house vanished overnight, but fuck it. In a way Nov. 1st is a kind of New Year’s Day for me, so I’m going to try to just relax and enjoy it.