Happy Hallowe'en! Uley and I are sitting outside. Uley has the bowl of candy -- and for unknown reasons is wearing the new pet dragon. Thirty minutes into trick-or-treating and we've had two kids.
But it's not raining. At this exact moment. And it's a bit chilly. Not winter coat and gloves cold. I did ditch a few layers because I was burning up making supper. I'm going back in for my leggings in a minute.
The coked-up squirrels are out in force. Okay, they're just twitchy and hyper and not too bright but I don't know that they're actually on hard drugs. They probably want to get at the rotting jack o'lantern -- which is just a void now, no face left at all -- but they're a bit leery of Uley and me.
A female jedi youngling high-fived Uley.
Anyway.
I had a great weekend with Bestie. Her home really is like an amazing mountain retreat. You don't see the city lights at night or hear traffic. But she's really only 10-15 minute drive from Walmart. Gas stations and fast food are even closer. But they're all on the orher side of the ridge, tho they might as well be on Mars.
We had our usual silly fun. It would probably sound dull if I described them.
It was really what I needed.
I won't say anything ridiculous like "I'm a new woman" or "I recalibrated my soul" or "I can take on anything the world throws at me" because, no. I'm better. Better, but I still dreaded work today for no other reason than that it's what I do now.
(Work was fine. I had decent convos with coworkers. I didn't get overwhelmed and want to hide. It was just work, and I'd rather be anywhere else.)
I met up with Jess for lunch before I left (she and Bestie live in the same metro area). I considered canceling and just going home, but I didn't. I go lost driving from Bestie's to the restaurant and thought about canceling and just finding the damned interstate and going home, but I didn't. I texted Jess that I was lost and she called me and directed me while I drove and I finally got there and it was great to see her and great food.
So I'm def better, more solid than before. Which I knew, but getting lost and not panicking, finding the restaurant without being too untethered and upset to function, well, that's real proof.
(I did screw up big time with the tip. To the server's advantage. Remember last time I was headed to Bestie's and I forgot to wait for the change -- I paid with a $20 -- at a fast food drive-thru? Yeah, basically that again, only fancier (more expensive) because we were in a restaurant. Basically I gave the server a tip greater than the cost of my meal because I gave her twenties when I meant to give her tens. I didn't even have any tens. And I remembered that I had only fives and twenties much much later. I was almost home. She was a good server and we don't treat servers right in this country, so I don't regret it. Not exactly. I just feel like a moron and I wonder when I got so dumb with money.)
So that's it. Uley and I have another half-hour of trick-or-treating. Then I need to was the blue off my face and out of my hair. And then Hallowe'en will be done and there's work tomorrow and that's the first so I'll be in a frenzy of stats.
But Uley and I will enjoy these final non-rainy non-freezing 30 minutes because a reasonably pleasant Hallowe'en is a rare bird indeed in Kentucky.
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