You know what's NOT a Halloween tradition? Me getting the flu.
At least I hope it's not, we'll see what happens next year, I guess.
I did watch The Exorcist with my husband, and I have to admit, I had forgotten what a truly brilliant movie it is. Which, of course, is why it's so terrifying. It's haunting, days later snippets would pop back up in my head at random times.
I had forgotten the poignant, heartbreaking moments with elderly people, which is a sore point on my heart. Just a little moment like when Father Karras' mother strokes his face, so clearly happy to see him, breaks my heart a bit. And then when he has to leave her in the terrifying nursing home, it's weepingly tragic.
Anyway, despite the movie haunting me, I was able to sleep. For a couple of nights, until I got sick.
I'm still sick, actually. I'm sitting here right now, staring at the screen, trying to think of something to write, then my mind wanders away and I start to blink reeeeeally sloooowly.
Back to bed. But no nightmares, just lotiony tissues. No demons, just Mucinex and Nyquil.
