October 31st, 2013

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Running Afoul of the Clock

Last night got very weird, and it spilled over into today. After dinner I fell asleep at some ungodly hour— probably about ten thirty (like normal people do) and then I woke up at three o'clock in the morning. I couldn't get back to sleep so I took a shower and putzed around on the Internets, then got tired about eleven o'clock this morning so I took a nap. The nap stretched into several hours, and I woke up with kids in costumes pounding on my door. I totally forgot it was Halloween.

Because my leg had gone to sleep I couldn't get to the door fast enough for the kids and they took off. It's just as well, as I didn't have anything for them. But I've been in a semi-stupor ever since. There haven't been any more kids, and I hope there won't be. This is actually the first time in about three years that there have been any trick-or-treaters at all on this street, so odds are the kids who turned up earlier were just a fluke.

If I had loads of money I think I'd lay in a stock of those little cans of Underwood deviled ham to hand out. Do they still make that stuff? There was a devil on the label, so it would certainly be holiday-appropriate. I loved that stuff when I was a kid. My mom sometimes used to make sandwiches with it for lunch. Just deviled ham on white bread, with the crusts trimmed off. I also liked Vienna sausages, and canned sardines. I was a pretty weird kid.

But I maunder. Now I have a night to get through and I'm all slept out. I'll probably end up watching television. Maybe a bit after after midnight I'll find a really boring program and it will put me to sleep until seven or eight o'clock tomorrow morning. More likely I'll find something fascinating and end up staying awake until dawn. Happy Halloween.