I’ve been home for a few days now, still not quite right (for someone like me, ultra-sensitive to medications, the cure can sometimes be as bad as the disease), but certainly feeling better. The strangest part of it all is that I can’t, for the life of me, figure out what caused the reaction: I hadn’t eaten anything I’m allergic to, so my best guess is that there was some mutated mold lurking in a pile of autumn leaves, waiting to spring on the first biologically-vulnerable writer to pass by. Either that or it was a genuine Halloween ghoul, arrived early to the party, ready for mischief.
In any case, the doorbell’s ringing, and a far friendlier class of spirit is on my porch. I’m happy they’re here. That other ghoul can stay away forever: Begone!
Happy Halloween to one and all.
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