Boo

 I've been tired and achy all week. On Monday I came home from work and everything hurt so much I sort of just sat on the couch or limped around until I could take a bunch of Advil and go to bed and put pillows under my knees and behind my back and read until I went to sleep. When this happens it's hard not to get into an icky self-pitying spiral. I made a list of anti-inflammatory foods. I contemplated ordering purported pain-relieving essential oils. I complained to my sympathetic friends.

I slept well and did a good yoga session Tuesday morning and then took it kind of easy for the rest of the day, and I felt better. And I realized that I just had a bad day, and every day won't be like that. My massage therapist says I should go to a rheumatologist and get formally tested for fibromyalgia, but I'm not sure I see the point. My old doctor thought I had it, but when I google it now it still says there's no way to definitively diagnose it, so what would be the point? 

ANYWAY, it was our friends' annual Halloween party on Saturday and Matt was between Arizona and Mexico so I didn't have to go alone. 

Typically I either come up with a costume that I like the idea of and then hate when I finally put it on, or grumpily declare that I'm not going to wear a costume and then end up throwing something together last minute, which is fine but it means I was anxious about it for longer than I needed to be. This year I saw my bright yellow dress in the closet in September, ordered a couple of cheap accessories to go with it, and even remembered to grab a yellow t-shirt for Matt when I was at Michaels a FULL MONTH AGO.

I was going to just write Honey on it, but then I thought doing the chemical formula for honey instead would be funny and appropriate since most of our friends are science-y. If you happen to know the exact formula for honey and this isn't it, please exercise forbearance and realize that I am basically like a monkey transcribing Shakespeare in this instance.

I would walk up to Matt all night and say "Hi Honey!" and then laugh really hard at my own joke.

The party vibe varies wildly from year to year. Sometimes it's chill, and sometimes we feel like there's extra oxygen being pumped in and go until 3 a.m. This was kind of a middle-of-the-road year, for me especially - I had a headache that I should have taken a migraine pill for but I didn't realize this until I was going to bed. 

It was still fun. The host hired my friend Dani (HI DANI) to give Tarot readings for something a little different, and everyone really enjoyed it - even my friend's son who said something like "huh, that was less lame than I thought it would be". It was my first reading, and I knew it was more about sort of intuitive interpreting of the cards, and I have to say, my first-drawn one seemed devastatingly appropriate

My middle card was something about logic vs emotion, and Dani said I should try to be less defensive. The third card she said "means look for a surprise" and I sort of threw my hands up in front of my face and she said "not in a bad way!" in a 'have you learned nothing' tone of voice. Working on it.

Plus it's just fun to watch the monster from Halo getting a reading

Various degrees of costume commitment

When people start stealing parts of other people's costumes

Now it is Halloween and my hands were too sore to carve the pumpkins and Matt is in Mexico, but I put in a bit of effort anyway, and it is 7:30 and I have only had THREE trick or treaters. They were lovely tween girls and they loved Lucy and said I was so sweet for how much candy I made them take, so honestly, I'm fine if that's all I get. 

This hot dog is finding the waiting a little tedious, though

Happy Halloween!