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We had zero trick-or-treaters at our house, and that's the way it's been for at least ten years. This neighborhood doesn't celebrate the event.
 
My nearest neighbors are about 12 Km away - in a straight line, a bit further by road. No one rang the door bell - probably because there isn't one. Friends down in Sydney told us that there was a big thunderstorm and heavy rain so Halloween was a wipe out.
 
No candy in this house! Ever since the Type 2 diabetes diagnosis three months ago I am doing my best to be a good doobie and keep the candies and similar temptations - like ice cream - completely out of the shopping cart. It's mostly working. Save my admission in the "...bad today..." for imbibing in frozen margaritas with lunch. Fortunately there's no FDA nutrition label on the fishbowl. Ignorance is bliss.
 
True. The nurses are part of the hospice care services of a major company. Both of those that come are with me all the time they are in my home. All my financials are in the den, so I'm confident they are not linked. Both are good hearted eggs and I get the feeling that they love their work and are good hearted.

My new housekeeper, well, I believe she is as well. No license or bond, just a reliable set of credentials from a social worker who visits to check on my welfare.

From the account provided by my mail carrier, that aspect seems to have two people working their con on the mail fraud aspect. My housekeeper watches TV and has an iPhone. No computer. The bank tells me the access was via a Motorola device. So, probably not her either.
Updates?
 
My winter holiday story is cursed. I let it sit for a week and went back to revise it this weekend and was like "this may not be salvageable." The more I made it what I think Lit wants to see, the less I liked the story until it got to the point where it's not something I'm happy sharing or even working on at this point.
 
My winter holiday story is cursed. I let it sit for a week and went back to revise it this weekend and was like "this may not be salvageable." The more I made it what I think Lit wants to see, the less I liked the story until it got to the point where it's not something I'm happy sharing or even working on at this point.
go back and redo it back to what you want. To hell with what "Lit wants to see". You are a wonderful writer with a distinctive style. Lit is lucky to have you.
 
My winter holiday story is cursed. I let it sit for a week and went back to revise it this weekend and was like "this may not be salvageable." The more I made it what I think Lit wants to see, the less I liked the story until it got to the point where it's not something I'm happy sharing or even working on at this point.
Write what YOU want, not want you think Lit wants.
 
Went to bed early so of course I got up early. I'd have to be dead to stay in bed more than seven hours. I did find a way to sleep comfortably, putting a pillow under my knee so my leg stayed bent instead of going straight since I prefer sleeping on my back. It looks like the doctor was right that the shot would last six months. It just started aching last week and now it's beginning to be difficult to walk again.

But, I can still get the coffee brewing and the teapot hot, so you have something to imbibe. There are donuts and scones on the counter. The Halloween candy bowl was refilled with all of the leftover candy I got for the kiddies that never showed up.

I'll be over in the corner finishing up the last scene for my story. I should have the story ready for substitution by next week. My Muse is cooperating, mainly by keeping the plot bunnies away from me as I write ...
 
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I did find a way to sleep comfortably, putting a pillow under my knee so my leg stayed bent instead of going straight since I prefer sleeping on my back.
I know exactly what you mean, I know exactly when it's been 6 months from a shot. I've been getting shots in both hips and my lower back for years. They have really helped, what also helps is the "Zero G" setting on my adjustable bed. It raised the knees about 50% of it's adjustment and raises the head about about a foot. It feels incredible and I sleep without problems since we got that bed. If I wake up on my side I know that sometime during the night my dog decided to take as much room as possible.
 
My winter holiday story is cursed. I let it sit for a week and went back to revise it this weekend and was like "this may not be salvageable." The more I made it what I think Lit wants to see, the less I liked the story until it got to the point where it's not something I'm happy sharing or even working on at this point.
There's no one thing the Lit readers want. There's a crowd who will enjoy what you write, so just write what you want to write. The trick is to get your story in front of that crowd,
 
About half the green tomatoes I gleaned from the garden before last week's frost have ripened. I need to do something with them or lose them, so I think I'll peel and puree the batch and freeze it in baggies.

Then I'll wait for the other half to ripen, which is happening fairly quickly.
 
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