Mornin’ all. About 8am here. Awoke late, right at sunrise. Once semi-clothed, got caffinatin’ going as usual, and stepped outside to see the sun had already finished its condo eclipse and was blazing merrily away in a nearly clear blue sky. No balconatin’ for me today. Now 71/22 on the way to 84/29. The cooler weather has arrived for a few days at least.
Nellie: The Itty Bitty Kitty spray is priceless. You were / are a magician with littles. A sign of a youthful & mischievous mind. Which you evidently still all these mumble mumble years later.
I can remember some time around age 5 getting worried that getting into bed you stick your feet waaay down into the part of the bed that is dark & close and you can’t see. That’s exactly where moray eels, or bears, or scorpions, or other monsters would lurk: at the dark end of a cave just waiting to strike or pounce or sting or whatever attack they do. It never became a big deal for me, but I could see how someone with more imagination could really need some monster spray.
Someone from OH has got to post at least an explanation of what fresh eldritch horror is this. Don’t want a recipe, and frankly afraid to google. A simple description will do. But not too scary here on All Saint’s Day.
Baker Hope Mauser recovers soon.
Nellie: Having been a union leader I could go on about IBN / IBB for hours. It can be a useful way to examine needs & wants and uncover real value that can be newly created from seemingly nowhere.
As long as the union never forgets that once that happy win-win phase is over, the company will immediately switch to win / lose mode and try to take all the newly created cooperative IBN cookies from the plate, not just half. So the union needs to make the same switch and try to take them all too. Lotta non-professional union negotiators fail at step two and that gets ugly for the membership quickly.
Sensei Snow bugs sound really cool. If annoying.
When I was at USAF pilot training in rural OK they had a mass hatching of “wheat beetles” each Fall. Which was of course news to those of us (= everyone) who didn’t grow up there. Woke up one cool morning to find every vertical surface carpeted in walking lightly roasted coffee beans. Kinda cute if you didn’t think too much of the Swarm-of-Doom implications should they suddenly take a liking to human flesh. Or of the consequences of great numbers of them getting into every nook and cranny of every airplane we had. No flying for about 4 days until they all died off.
We don’t get explosive swarms of anything in this part of Floriduh, FCM’s reports notwithstanding. It’s a big state. I always liked the cicada explosions we got in MO though. Such great music. Needed more backbeat though. The June bug explosions were just kinda meh, all mess with no compensation. But they did signal the best weather of the year, so there’s that.
See PM.
Hooray for parental visit. Sounds fun.
Swampy: Chili & cornbread sound great. Very spicy I hope.
I too am at the point of needing shorn. I’ve just let my irk haircut grow out an extra 2 months and added the beard, so today would be a good day to decide what the new look should be. Can’t look all scraggly for fancy dinner tonight.
Boofae: There are scams in the US where conmen sell properties they don’t own. Typically they don’t get past just stealing the “earnest money” deposit from the buyers, but sometimes it gets a lot farther and the hapless property owner has a real problem to untangle. Your neighbor might be looking at an attempted scam, not an honest mistake. You might alert him to the possibility of him being identity thefted.
FCM the kids are, as always adorable.
Another of your awesome sentences. I said to myself “After putting two sets of tires and a dead microwave through your dryer, I’m not surprised it’s making noise.”
There are some awesome videos of folks destroying mostly washers that way.
At least you don’t need to worry about winterizing the gas in its tank; there isn’t any. 
Taters: Ouch on the furnace for sure. Hope morning traffic has mercy upon your soul.
As to me:
Had nice craft taco dinner at our usual Dia de los Muertos place. Most of the help was dolled up for the holiday. And a few of the customers and some dogs.
Her Ladyship has a hooded floor length red velour cape which she added to her standard clothes. So she could be either Countess Dracula with the dramatic sweep of her cape across her face or kinda-sorta Little Red Riding Hood. I went as ordinary me, but told everybody I was a 25yo with an awesome makeup job. Got a few laughs out of it.
Came home and Her Ladyship found something called Tales of Halloween on (I think) Prime TV. It’s basically a series of sketches where everybody is dressed silly then dies horribly. Lots of murderous 8yos & teens. Doesn’t seem to be any real connection between one sketch and the next; stuff just happens then the scene shifts. Very, very stupid / corny / over the top, but not really played for laughs. A very bad night in an ordinary town.
Last night also made hotel arrangements for Her Ladyship’s son’s wedding in Chicago in May upcoming. Today I’ll make travel arrangements. Gonna buy real tickets for this one.
Elsewise today has fancy dinner tonight & perhaps that haircut I mentioned. beyond that sloth shall rule, with perhaps a bout of beaching.
Happy humpday to those Mon-Fri Mumpers.
Cheers all!