Happy Hallow ... err, Holidays?

After a writing stint at Starbucks this morning, I stopped to pick up some candy, just in case we have trick-or-treaters. Usually we only get a visit from one neighbor's grade-school son. This year his little sister may be old enough to join him. But it is unpredictable. I think we were here for six or seven years without any visitors. Of course, we live on a country road, no street lights and until recently, only the one nearby family with children. The people who built next to us a couple of years back have four kids and another due any day, but they don't seem to be the trick-or-treating sort.

At any rate, we always have a bowl of mini-Snickers on the buffet. Depending on how well we are behaving ourselves and how often the non-trick-or-treating kids have paid a visit, the bowl can last for months. But it is a little low and I wanted to fill it up. Semper paratus, as they say.

I figured I might luck out and find Halloween candy already on sale so they could clear the shelves. I got there about ten o'clock and most of the Halloween stuff had indeed already been cleared. The shelves were now filled with Christmas candy.

Not that any trick-or-treaters would care, of course.