Weather is holding, high thin clouds, calm, very mild, NWS says it's still 73* out, guess I'll be waiting for "the other shoe to drop"; seems when things get too quiet, it's gonna do something.
Went out and hung my neon punkins and sat out in front of the garage for a few hours, gave away six pounds of teeth destroyers. There were some cute little kids, and some not-so-cute bigger ones, but for the most part, they were all very circumspect. One "Tinker Bell" knock off got extra candy, though: she was about a couple or some inches shy of three feet tall, and done to a T. She was in a bunch of older kids, and they just sort of absorbed her as they came up the drive.. As I dropped some gelt into their bags, they sort of melted away, and there she was; she looked at me and, in a quite mature fashion said: "Nice beard." - not trick or treat, and then she just stood there smiling at me. I guess I have a soft spot for spunky little girls. Since I am a pretty good Santa doppelganger, I will try to see if I can give the Jolly Old Fat Man a heads up and hope she has a good Christmas, too.
It's gettin' late; think I'll start for the hay pile.
Later.