illusion is hope born from fear

So, I had the death flu last week (which is a little milder than the swine flu) so I was out for the count from Tuesday evening until Friday evening/Saturday morning. Apparently, no one at work was surprised when I called in sick because of how awful I looked on Tuesday afternoon (unbeknownst to me).

I am now much improved and have been busy all morning catching up on the things I missed last week. It says a lot about my job that three days worth of work can be done in 3-4 hours. But ssshhhh, don't tell anyone. I like money a lot and am already out 3 days pay.

However! Things did happen this week. Let me bullet point.

* My dear brother (the Bigh Lug) informed me that I will be inheriting all of his HBO tv show dvds (Deadwood and Rome were mentioned by name) because his future wife does not want that "filth" in her house. I guess guys have given up a lot more for the chance to have sex.

* I really enjoyed last week's Secret Circle. I think it's become my new favorite guilty pleasure. I mean, come on, the femslash writes itself. I'm also very intrigued to see where The Walking Dead goes from here. I kind of wish I'd mainlined the first season before the second one began. I can't wait until the zombie apocalypse is truly upon us.

* I live in a haunted house. People have reported things like orbs when the house was being renovated before move-in, wonky electronics, and knocking (a different knocking than the pipes, believe me). Just a few weeks ago my housemates' little niece was playing nicely when she suddenly started shrieking and crying about the lady in the corner, a lady no one else could see.

A lot of it could be written off. But this morning something strange happened. I was cutting up an apple for my lunch (it's less messy to eat that way) and one of the cats was "helping" me. He was up on the counter sniffing the apple cores right underneath my knife as I was cutting. In the middle of the process he turned around toward the living room and did that creepy thing that cats do where they stare at nothing. He quickly resumed getting into my business, as he does. Then something skidded across the living room, something that sounded like a little stone. The cat went off to investigate and left me to finish cutting my apple.

It was creepy. Really, really creepy. I guess our Little Old Lady ghost didn't want the cat to keep nosing around by the knife because he could get hurt. It's nice that she's so fond of the cats. But, still, I didn't want to look in the living room for a while after that on the off chance that I would see something. *shudders*

Halloween is next week. I love Halloween.

Well, autumn's finally hit for real. The end of the week was rainy and dismal, but now the sun has come out and it's gorgeous outside, if a bit chilly. The trees are turning and everything is lovely.

The preparations for Halloween have begun. A few years ago it was Christmas that I loved, there was something special about that season. Maybe it was law school finals, maybe it was family obligations, who knows, but now I enjoy Halloween much more. It's one night of the year when I get to dress up, have fun, and pretend that I'm someone/thing else. Plus there's treats. Everybody loves treats.

In sadder news, we've had a loss here at FGC. Papa Bear, dodger_sister's cat, passed away this week. He was old and sick but it still hurts that he's not here anymore. He could be an old curmudgeon but he was also the first one to try to take care of you when you were down. He raised abandoned kittens and when he loved he loved with his whole heart. He was a good cat and he is definitely missed.

*fans face* Now I'm all teary eyed. Have some music while I pull myself back together.

Mumford & Sons - Awake My Soul