I like candy as much as the next guy, and Halloween was always an excuse for otherwise inappropriate behavior, so, even though I haven’t been an avid participant for quite some time,  I had planned, this year, to craft the most amazing costume depicting the terror I feel at the end of Daylight Savings Time.  However, the part that would have clearly portrayed me falling back an hour into Eastern Standard Time required more felt patches, gauze and burnt cork than I was able to pull together.  So, I turned off the porch light and ate the entire bowl of candy, (we never get any trick-or-treaters anyway), myself.

Boooo!