I forgot it was Halloween last night until the elevator opened in the hotel and Jeanie (as in from "I Dream of . . . ) in full regalia stepped out. Being totally sober, I realized that, yes, it was the night of ghosts and goblins when adults lose all sense of decorum and will wear anything that someone thought was great at the time.
The best thing about today, All Saints Day (see there are some remnants of Episcopalian in me) is that finally the Christmas carols being played (in Lowes and Home Depot) do not have to compete with the witches and haunted houses. Now, we just wait for the Christmas trees to show up out front of the Piggly Wiggly, Siruis to open their Holiday Music channels, and the big tree to arrive at Rockefeller Center. Then the stress can begin.