I really like Halloween, but this year's Halloween was a total failure for me. I didn't get a costume. I didn't get to give out candy to trick-or-treaters for the first time in my life as a real adult with a real house. I didn't go to the trunk-or-treat activity (as previously mentioned). I didn't even get to finish carving my pumpkin (I did this great skeleton dancing in a flame, and I was going to take the skin off the pumpkin on the skeleton parts, so that he would be white, but there just wasn't time).

The explanation for all this is that it's been a crazy week at work (as previously mentioned). Now, I don't want any of my readers to go and think I've got me a terrible law firm job. My firm is actually really good about making us work only humane hours. But, as previously mentioned, when the work has to get done, the work has to get done.

The point of this post is to chronicle my bad feelings about having had to miss so much of the Halloweeny festivities. But I guess I can't say much more than the fact that I feel really bad about having had to miss so much of the Halloweeny festivities.

When I was finally able to go home Halloween night, at 8:30 or so, I was in a really terrible mood. I pulled out my trusty Rio Karma, and loaded up the Book of Mormon in an attempt to make myself feel better as I rode the Metro home. After all, haven't the prophets all told us that we will begin to feel the Spirit in our lives the moment we begin a serious study of the Book of Mormon? Well, upset as I was at having missed Halloween (and some other frustrating things throughout the day), I figured I really needed the Spirit.

But then Alma started yelling at all the lawyers in Ammonihah that they were perverting the right ways of the Lord, and I couldn't take it. I changed the channel.

Dianna Krall, Jane Monheit, Tony Bennett, Bill Evans, Samuel Barber, and Nickel Creek got me home that night. I tuned to all my favorite slow ballads and moody songs to calm my nerves. It worked, I guess. I was relatively nice to Shelly when I rang the doorbell and sighed, "Trick or Sweet."

I feel a lot better now. (Sleep helps a lot.) It's true that Monday was one of the worst days for me in a long time. Definitely the worst Halloween ever. But I look forward to the fact that in the next week, I'll probably get a whole new Best Day of My Life. Who knows if I'll even get to post again before that day arrives?