Not Scary

This is the first year I didn’t decorate for Halloween, nor am I handing out candy. My deadline is looming and I cannot afford to spend any free time on anything else–the spouse did talk me into attending a Halloween party this weekend. It was easier to just say yes.

I’m going as the Masque of the Red Death– and my mask will be a raven’s beak with feathers. It’s last year’s unused costume that lets me celebrate my love for Poe, and mourn the Ravens performance this year that began with that shitshow in London.