I was going to write something kind of snotty called “the core tragedy of high school” about how the main theme of high school is finding a way to fit in, and then you get to college or the workforce and the only way to get ahead is to stand out, but look in one long sentence I already said everything I need to say about that.

So instead I will feel nostalgic about Halloween, because the year finally came in which I felt no urge to dress up or go to a party. I read a very swashbuckling book and fell asleep at 9 p.m.  Is this adulthood?? Or just a messy schedule that landed Halloween on a Friday at the end of a work week full of heavy lifting? It doesn’t matter. Guess I have to have a kid now so I can revitalize all of the traditions that grow stale after *cough* 28-ish years. Marvel as I gestate wildly in order to have a dazed baby in time to wrap it in something ridiculously cute, yet still warm enough to withstand Southern California’s autumn temperatures (spoiler: about 65 degrees at dusk).

The real loss is that I have so many great costumes in my closet– so many that we, in fact, have devoted half of the library closet to be Costume Closet. But with the hubby working and me so sleepy, ah well, save it for the next convention.

I think the real culprit of this pointless three-act tragicomedy was our mid-October vacation. We left and it was still the end of summer, still ass-hot, my workplace full of students just starting semester projects. We returned and OH SHIT THE HOLIDAYS ARE STARTING.

Lucky for me, my new favorite holiday is Thanksgiving! This year’s Sibling Thanksgiving theme is pretty rad, so I will happily spend the next three weeks getting our place ready.