Definite Flake-age

It snowed on Sunday. No accumulation, but there was definite flakeage (flakage?). I had to go down to the valley for property managment business, of course, so I couldn't enjoy the snow, I'm not sure how long it lasted.

I'm still not eating solid foods. It's been a week since the surgeon yanked the wisdom teeth out of my skull and I'm starving. It sucks to go down to the valley and not be able to eat a hot dog at Costco. By the way, don't put a Cup O Noodle in the blender. It's not very good. I should have just cut up the noodles really finely and tossed the vegetables. Live and learn. I bought some Slim Fast because I thought I should have more vitamins than my mashed potato and chocolate pudding diet was allowing. I should have bought Ensure, but I couldn't make myself do it -- I'm not old enough.

I had seven trick or treaters on Halloween, actually it was three, the two girls next door came three times to pat the new cat and give me a picture of Tonks. Great, I don't want a reminder of the cool cat that I used to own, but the thought was nice. Like last year, I had told the girls to come back at the end of the night to give them my left over candy. I can't eat it anyway this year. It was really sad to see the lonely boy going door to door by himself.