Tomorrow is Nov. 1. Enough Said.

Tonight is my last night of freedom, and I’m nursing a moderate migraine (yes, I get enough migraines to classify the severest of all headaches into severity classifications …) that interferes with my ability to either a) enjoy it, or b) frantically try to get all the things done that I won’t get done in November.

You can probably expect things to get pretty quiet around here.

Tomorrow it begins.