Still living around it.

There are eight billion trillion million and seventeen and a half leaves down on the point. 

Not even exaggerating. 

The wind and rain are going to be fierce the next few days and so they can stay here and live with me. I've got hot chocolate and marshmallows and doritos and burritos and a bushel of ambrosia apples and fresh batteries for all of the flashlights for when we need to go to the garage or down to the beach or even just for reading under the covers late into the early morning hours.

I've also got a huge bag of rosemary garlic potato wedges that I'm about to pour into a roasting pan with an eye toward dinner. Maybe with some brats and cheese toast? Something easy as there's just a few of us. 

 I'm not complaining because there is far worse weather elsewhere. It's snowing up in the village today and we've all heard about Hurricane Melissa coming along this morning and so this is fine. Everything's fine. 

Jacob is gaining opacity in the countdown towards Halloween and his birthday and his worst day and I'm like a fucking leaf in the wind. 

Don't bug me, I'm watching my shows.

 I finished Monster: The Ed Gein Story (on Netflix, everything is on Netflix unless otherwise indicated). That was tough. Or maybe I'm not so tough anymore. I was scared any time they showed the mother face mask and I also find Texas Chainsaw anything to be straight up scary, very little camp so this tracks for me. The gore was gory. The dark places were dark in that show and then it lit up like fireworks with a musical number that pandered without pandering and ended with an oddly sweet redemption arc. Ed Gein toward the end was me if I were a serial killer. Unaware and profoundly, almost sweetly almost-innocent. 

Beyond simple, I supposed. Give me beans every night (actually I'd prefer Vareniki or pierogies, if I have to pick something that's never going to change ever) and a bat and let me murder everyone. I'm not serious, but just let me be and don't question it. Anything. Ever. Ha. Then I'll go out with an ensemble rendition of whatever I like most in the moment and we'll be good to start working on my Netflix special. 

Next up to finish this season of Love is Blind. Worst season ever, I love it.