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I am off to my aunt and uncle's house in Westchester for a weekend of spooky Halloween fun (curiously devoid of paper-writing... I smell a late night Monday night, don't you?) and flaming autumnal scenery. (Or maybe brown, rotten autumnal scenery.) I shall gad about in my spooky black dress for no reason whatsoever, and make a scarecrow as I listen to that Scarecrow song from "The Wiz"-- that's right, "The Wiz"--and smell pumpkin pies baking and probably sit obligingly around while my uncle shows off something or other that his computer can do. (Unless he's reading this, in which case I will sit around delightedly as he demonstrates the marvels of his glorious, enviable technology! Exclamation point!)

But it's not yet 5 o'clock yet, you say? Oh, well. I won't tell if you won't tell.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:20 PM | shower me with attention