he flies into the fog like a vulture in the sky
It was a pretty quiet Halloween this year in maison d’ardeur. Roger has been ill the past few days, so no dressing up or going anywhere, and we only had a couple of trick-or-treaters call around (this is the problem with living off the beaten path. Though we don’t get much door-to-door soliciting. It’s the small things). There is far too much candy left in the bowl.
We watched Nightmare Before Christmas, since it’s Halloween-y and I bought the DVD a few months ago but hadn’t watched it yet. I can’t believe it’s been out for 17 years. I feel old. And have some of the songs stuck in my head now.