The interior and exterior of the house are lit only with candles, and I used the occasion to finally try out [tag]Amazon’s mp3 download service[/tag] to load up on spooky organ music. (Verdict: no DRM, cheaper than itunes for what I was looking for, and really fast. Highly, dangerously addictive).
I feel bad when small children stand at the end of our sidewalk and cry, but what can you do? Besides not scare them witless, I guess. I guess I could do that. Or not do that. You know what I mean.
The more amusing moments are tweeted. Keeps me amused between thundering hordes.
I sure do miss Ben’s homebrewed pumpkin ale. The pumpkin spice tea from [tag]Stash Tea[/tag] is tasty, but not the same thing at all.