A nice murder and a pot of tea

I finally found an exterminator, and to my amazement, they were able to send a technician Friday morning. 

I got up and ready early, just as well, because Joel the Exterminator texted at a bit after seven to say he was on his way. I had to dash over and let him in, Handsome Son having left for work long before.

He inspected, found no evidence of roaches or activity, did a precautionary spray of the baseboards, and was done, leaving me with a report for the HOA, by nine. Soooo I forwarded it to them, got an acknowledgement and that's done. Except they still have to invoice me, technicians not being involved with payments. Whatever it costs I expect it will be too much.

Next to get the car in to the dealer for the fuel pump sensor recall I've been trying to get done for two years,  difficult because they haven't had the parts. I want it checked over before winter anyway. Next week I'll set it up. No use asking on a Friday, I know from past experience. 

After all this, and a flying visit to the food pantry to leave canned goods, I decided reading a nice murder mystery on the sofa, cup of tea, afghan, was fine.  

The wind was shrieking round, making it feel a lot colder and I decided not a walking day. I did a bunch of sit to stands with weights, and declared myself fit enough.

Happy day everyone, I avoided Halloween,  aside from admiring the kids in costumes,  again. I really can't handle the scary images and general feeling. 

I grew up with it as a quiet day of remembering our dead, and have never made the transition to seeing it as partying.

 But if you enjoyed it I won't spoil your fun. Different strokes, folks, etc. 

And blink, October's over. How did that happen?