Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Forty-Three
Only Tuesday.
Oh yes, it’s Halloween.
Another solo day in the office. Playing catch-up. At least it’s warm in here.
Messages like that said en masse do not inspire anything but fear. Maybe, one day, they will be better about this.
It feels as though something strange is about to happen but maybe I’m reading too much into it.
We decide on Mexican. There is a spot right in front that I can pull into. No parallel parking. Camarones. Rice and beans. I eat the entire plate.
The leaves of a dawn redwood.
It is a good group, even if a little small. In fact, maybe a better group than in past years. Lucky number three.
One is home sick. One doesn’t have a costume. I drive into town sit and drink wine and stay warm while tracking them on their phones. Maybe Halloween isn’t so bad after all.
“You better hide your candy. And hide it well. No. Don’t give any to your brother. He’s sick and the sugar will just keep him sick.”
