Gave away six pounds of candy to the local "costumed" minions tonight. All in all, they were a very circumspect bunch, not a bad evening. Aet myself up in the driveway in front of the garage, hung a couple of electric punkins from the eaves, and enjoyed the balmy evening with the neighborhood kiddos. One little "Tinker Bell knockoff" won me over, and got a quad dole of the chewy stuff for her efforts. She was about 30 inches tall, and costumed to the nines. She was with a group of older kids and just sort of vanished in among them, so I didn't really notice her until they all got their gelt and sort of melted away into the dusk, and there she was. She smiled at me, and said: "Nice beard." in a very mature fashion for one her apparent age; I couldn't help myself, gave her a whole handfull of "the good stuff" - Twix, Milky Ways, Snickers - the other kids got the regular fare, Milk Duds, Whoppers.

The rest of the weekend? Who knows?