Wait a minute, you're in the hallway, aren't you?

Well, yesterday was interesting. The mechanics didn't call, so I was once more without automotive means of transport. I had to rely upon the two long dangly things below my hips. Thus, I made the five-mile hike to the library and then the bookstore, if for no other reason than that I needed a break. I ended up picking up The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova (see previous posts). I got home and dove into a delightful fictional world, just in time to be interrupted by brats at the door asking for candy. As you may or may not be aware, yesterday was All Hallow's Eve. I however, had conveniently forgotten this fact, specifically as it relates to the procurement of candy, and so had none to offer to the juvenile spooks that arrived at my door. Thinking fast, I offered up "Pearls of Wisdom," namely any cheap-ass platitudes that I could readily think of. As a result, I was on the receiving end of many a glassy-eyed pre-pubescent stare. Hey, I think that words of wisdom by which to live one's life are treats of the best sort, okay! After a while, though, I decided to forgo the interruption and just not answer the door. Given that the lights were on, our erstwhile visitors would arrive at one of two conclusions: a) that the inhabitant of our domecile is a complete and utter lout who could not be troubled to turn out the lights before leaving; or b) the inhabitant of our domecile is a crotchety curmudgeon who does not care to be interrupted in his activities. Given the quality of my interactions with the neighbors, I really could care less which conclusion our visitors settled upon.
In other news, I have a job interview downtown about a job as a technical writer. I hope this goes well. More news on that later. Hope all is well with my readers, whoever they may be.