Ten days to Halloween! I have no idea how Halloween will play out at this house.
Gary claims that we will shut the doors, turn off the lights, pretend we aren’t here, sit in the dark, avoid the windows. This pretense will not hold. He loves Halloween. Think of how he loves feeding the raccoons. On Halloween, children are like raccoons who will talk to him while he lays out piles of food.
I have no idea how he’ll deal with it. My guess is he’ll hold out until we hear the first child in the street giggle and then he’ll hand out baggies of straight sugar.
I need to have a pivot plan for the 31st. Perhaps he can wear his raccoon gaiter over his mask, or there may be time to Sharpie a jack-lantern grin over an existing mask. Personally, I think this is the ideal time to wear our paper hazmat suits.