Too much sleep.
I slept right through Halloween! And the Fifth of November, when in the UK it's traditional to poke some guy with a fork until he burns...I never did get the hang of it but it involves effigies and fire so I always go along.
It's Senga's fault. She was supposed to set my alarm for October 31st and she insists she did, but it made no sound at all. I am distraught.
Well, I suppose the next thing will be Christmas and the ceremonies to invoke the guy in the red suit who likes fireplaces. That's never worked before either.
Senga is still on about having the place monitored. I fitted new eyes into Great-Uncle Caligula and hung him on a bush outside, but I don't think that's going to be enough to satisfy her. Cameras, she says. Cameras. I hate cameras.
They cost money.
