I’ve spilled coffee on myself three separate times today. By the time you read this, it may be four. Or five. I guess this is one of the reasons that it pays to wear a lot of black.

I looked for my digital camera last night so I could take pictures of the pumpkins, and I could not find it, although I’m sure it’s around somewhere. But surely my temporary inability to locate it is reason enough to buy a new camera entirely. Right? Right? Yeah, that’s what I thought.