Me (internally): “Things have been too hectic to update the site more than once or twice a week. Should I even bother attempting the Halloween Countdown this year?”
The Kid (via text): “hey pop check out the new doll me and mom got”
(By the way, the person who crafted the doll must have filled it with some kind of thermic gel which makes its body cold to the touch, even on a 90 degree day. Or I hope that’s the correct explanation, at least.)
I can run, but I can’t hide from my macabre calling.