tarheel insomnia

too late to sleep, to early to wake up. been on the road too much. been on the road 18 days this month and I feel like willie loman run amok. homesick. tomorrow is halloween and even though I'm old enough to know better, I am racing home by livery after this last business trip of the month in order to dress up as a witch and hand out candy bars to little ghosts and princesses who will come begging to our front door. tim's carved a pumpkin for the front window and frank is heading up to the cove to raise cain and stay out of the clutches of bobby t, the cop with radar for young teenage boys armed with shaving cream.