You Know It's November 1st When You Wake Up and Realize There Isn't a Second Off Until Christmas Day & You Need to Get Your #$@ in Gear

On my way into work this morning (yes, I forgot to post first thing which rarely happens), I was listening to a radio show about Halloween rituals where they were discussing neighborhood apps where people reported 1 or 2 kiddos at their doorsteps, where a street over they get 400 kids. They also named a phenomenon I've experienced on Mt. Pleasant. Around 6 pm, it's a traffic jam. I guess I live on what they were calling a drop off spot (maybe because I'm by a middle school?). I've said for years that it feels like tractor trailers unload kids on my street so they can get candy.

I do give candy (one per kid because I've learned my lesson). I also give out books to kids who are okay with receiving one. I learned giving every kid a book is hurtful, because the next day I find them several streets over because it's the first they unload to get more candy. This year, if they wanted, they could pick one. I had one mom (who I thought was a dad because of the costume) who took 6 books because, as she said, "our home is a home for literacy." 

Well, hello. 

The photo above was round one. They were bone by 6:30. I replenished the stock twice and shut the lights off by 8 pm. I could hear people at my door and climbing the driveway but I kept my house dark. I was tapped out and Karal was stressed out. All those people that she isn't allowed proximity to drives her batty.

Anyway, great Halloween, but I was in my office by 8 a.m. because I teach until 9 p.m. and haven't even read the books I'm teaching. Inhale. Exhale. Ah, but I did make a 5-minute video for my YA Lit class last night to cover the 2nd hour when I was off ZOOM doing the candy/book thing. I share that here because these are the things I want to be remembered for should I inevitably perish and there was an actual ceremony to celebrate the life of an absolute douchebag. Cheers.