Yes, it’s the Witches’ New Year. Erm…yay, or something. Go wear funny clothes & eat candy, or whatever it is that floats your autumnal-holiday boat.

Today the spoiled boy kitty Hasani dashed out the door, and I ran after him in my socks (he ran the other way, and Lyse caught him — thank the gods!). Tonight, of all nights, I do NOT want my black cat outdoors. People are lunatics, and not always in good ways; I don’t want my lap-fungus in any kind of danger.

Lyse is currently inflicting her annual Halloween tradition upon my household — the watching of Ghostbusters. Le sigh. At least Bill Murray is in it; he’s always been one of my favorites.

My godson is all dressed up in a white snowsuit, with a string of paper fish hanging from one sleeve, as “Nanook of the North, the junior version” for his first Halloween costume. It’s freaking adorable; we’ll get pictures later.

Have a spook-tastic evening! And remember, kiddies….