Ned

Oh, of all the...HALLOWEEN? Why?!? Have we not suffered enough here?

I really, really, really hate this holiday. And I have no urge whatsoever to dress up like an idiot, either. Honestly. Can't I just wear pants and a t-shirt and say I'm like...a redneck or something? Would that work, do you think?

This, as the kids say, sucks.

I mentioned it to someone--the doctor, I believe--but I won't be speaking today if anyone needs me. Literally, not speaking. Writing is just fine, thank you. I've never been a terribly good singer and every word coming out of my mouth in song is just plain disturbing. Chuck would be horrified and Emerson wouldn't stop laughing until some time next week.

However, Olive, you have a very nice voice. So you know. Apparently quite a few of you do. It's very...musical around here lately.

Feel free to come raid the kitchens, while I'm writing. Not talking apparently makes me bake more. Faith, I've found another completely edible fruit if you're interested.

So. Right. I don't know if anyone's interested, but there's a couple of pies for the taking in the kitchens. I know I can't eat them all I've barely eaten one in years and Olive can't eat all of it, so yeah. Anyone with a sweet tooth is welcome. Um Chocolate and raspberry, pear and caramel, and I threw together an apple, too, for the more traditional types. There should be plenty left of each.

It's a little strange having someone I know here. Not a bad strange, exactly, just different. Makes it less of a coincidence and more of a 'why the hell are we here' sort of thing. Since I'm still not entirely sure what 'here' is, though, it makes it a little more weird.

( The Facts Were These... )