I wasn't home, but I assume we had no trick-or-treaters. The previous two years we didn't have any, even the kids next door. At Amy & Craig's, we had three kids from one family. Amy took Alex, the black cat, to the door with her. Alex is the one with my personality, shy and anxious, and he was cranky all weekend, probably in pain since he was moving gingerly. He was already panicky from the doorbell ringing. When Amy took him Near the Outside! With Strangers! Making Noise! he started climbing up her shoulder frantically. I went to his rescue, but arrived too late to get him safely. Instead, claws out, he launched off Amy's shoulder, bounced off my outstretched hand and rocketed all the way up the stairs and under a bed. Amy swore, possibly ensuring no trick-or-treaters at all next year. Murphy, the other cat, who used to like to try to escape, didn't even move.
Now that it's November, I am reluctantly willing to admit that it's getting chilly. When I left home after lunch, I took my coat out of the closet for the first time this season. It's also the start of NaNoWriMo. I don't participate, partly because my fiction is crap and I don't think I have a novel-length story in me, but mostly because November is usually bad timing. However, my brother is doing it for the fifth time, and my mom's cousin is giving it a try. I wish them luck, as well as anyone else doing it.
Tomorrow is Election Day. As usual, I strongly urge everyone to get out and vote. As someone who works closely with the municipal government, I feel that every election is an important one. The results directly impact my future, a great deal more than the state or national races ever do. Besides, voting annually is the only way to renew your bitching license.