Sometimes We All Need to Feel Like the Hero

As I sit at my computer feverishly entering and revising data before month's end so as to not get into trouble with my superiors for, whether feverishly or not, not having entered and revised said data, I look up and notice that the clock has struck twelve. A smile creeps across my face as I realize that, on this midnight following Halloween, I will neither be bothered by ghosts or ghouls nor turned into a pumpkin so that a child with a dull knife can go to town on me.

Nope, I smile because I've done all that I can do. I've said my piece. I've given' her all she's got, Captain. Had I a hat and jacket, I would slowly rise myself from my keyboard, put them on, and walk deliberately to my car, while the music crescendoes and the screen fades to black.

Welcome to November.