In the dark

Tonight I am saving energy practicing in case I go blind emulating the pioneers ... OK!, I admit it: I'm hiding out in the dark from trick-or-treaters. What's more anti-child and anti-American way than not handing out candy to one and all? When I realized that Husband would be gone again, leaving me to fend off greedy kids who grab extra candy out of our candy bowl as I drop a pair of Reese's into their bag, I decided to boy- and girl-cott the candy giving. That, and we ate all our Snickers last week. And as you know, Halloween has never been my favorite holiday.

All you masochists out there--take note. November is NoBloMoPo. You, too, could write everyday day, and show me up by two weeks. Me? I've still recovering from the two-week challenge. I'm hiding, you could say, in the dark.

So, how are the cats?

They're fine, thanks.















Don't let their sleepy exterior fool you. Inside lurks pure evil.















Their latest victim is my plants. Despite dousing the plants with cayenne and mustard powder and spraying them liberally with orange oil, they have attacked and destroyed.
Exhibit A:














Two week ago these were lush clover.
So I went to plan B: If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
I grew them their own plot of grass... their very own pasture to graze in.
Exhibit B:














Do they eat it? No.
They look at me like, "What is this crap." They're offended by its very presence.

However, Operation Learn to Sharpen Claws on the Play Cavern Scratcher and Not the Couch is going well. And they are a welcome presence at night--my feet have never been warmer.
So the cats can stay. The plants? I'll take them to the office.

Being wrapped in a mylar blanket was pretty cool, too

While starting in a mass of people, being cheered on by thousands, and crossing the finish line was pretty cool, there is nothing that says "real runner" than grabbing a cup of water from a waiting volunteer, slamming it, then tossing it to the ground as you run away. Who knew littering could feel so good?