I guess I could go on and on about my Halloweekend, the people, the costumes, the refreshments. I could talk about the election party, that started with pizzazz and ended as somber as the election itself. Or I could just tell you about how it all caught up to me at work on Wednesday morning, where I dragged ass and then slammed my face into a door corner, shattering all of the glasses on a tray I was carrying and -I thought for a moment- the skull behind my cheek and eye as well.

But I won't. Tell you about all that.

I've got my eye on the future.