1) I think it was a rough weekend. Our cat, a member of the family since 1997, passed away Saturday. He'd been in declining health due to lymphoma, and even though I'd toughened myself against the inevitable, I found myself uttering the phrase "These are manly wracking sobs, god dammit." Wifefish and I wrapped him in a towel and held him close, scratching under his chin to be gifted with his last purr. We made him as comfortable as we could as consciousness slipped away from him.
Granted, the analogy falls apart under scrutiny, since the zombie hijinks are so much meaner and tougher, but I think generally the stress inducement and overarching despair are similar.
3) I think I saw an online ad recently for my dream job. Granted, that's not what they were selling, but I clearly need to work for these people. The ad featured an "in-home bra fitting" for women to buy lingerie. I think I could be a great fitter.
4) I think tonight should be a great night. It's sort of a parental rite of passage, a moment both anticipated and dreaded. It's Little Danger's first trick or treat. Yes, there will be pictures. I'm transitioning from handing out candy in large handfuls to roaming door to door.
And gang, I have a confession to make. I'm giddy that I get to go trick or treating again. This "being too old for it" shit has gotten stale, and it's time to roam a neighborhood and collect some serious candy! If I'm good, maybe Wifefish will let me have some before bedtime.
5) I think you should have a Happy Halloween, a Blessed Samhain, a wonderful All Saints Day, and/or a great Day of the Dead, whatever you may celebrate this week. I forgot about All Saints, and may celebrate tomorrow by watching the second Boondock Saints film and swigging Irish Flags (a great layered shot made with Creme de Menthe, Bailey's, and Grand Marnier).
Whatever you're up to, I hope it's a great week for you. Make it memorable!