Jumpin' Jack

Spent a perfectly lovely day in my room with no interruptions. 
I hung more cork board, enjoying very much the process of alignment, trimming, adjusting . . . looks like every bit of the walls will soon be covered in cork. Perfect room for going crazy in, yelling and screaming, ha, ha, ha, Halloween joke.
My pleasure was tinged with guilt though, and isn't that often the case, since I turned down a chance to take care of Esmé today. I had agreed to it, and even drove over there this morning, arriving just as Terry Sue arrived, we were both there to fill in for whoever normally does Fridays. Turns out we each had other plans for the day, but I won since I'd just been there on Wednesday. But what victory, handing over the perfect little toddler bundle who fits so well in my arms? Soon enough she'll be bigger and busier, won't she? She asked why I was leaving, how can such a young person ask such a complicated question!
Esmé will be an ice cream cone for Halloween. She said "cone," her dad filling in the ice cream part.
The Jack-O-Lantern picture? I take a picture of it each day when I light it, and sometimes I don't pay much attention to that part.