She's clearly on to me. Next year there will need to be a costume. Next year, for that matter, I need to find someplace where she can go trick or treating - although I should probably take a walk up and down our street to see if anyone has their lights on tonight.
In other psychological news, last night I sat at my dining room table with the lights on and the news on in the living room, and had a lovely dinner of lamb chops and yellow rice while CL&P talked about the outages. I felt guilty. Apparently I'm still not quite over last year.
