Wore my newly won winter hat from a local ice cream shop. Immediately smelled baked goods. Brian confirmed, in fact, that I smelled like waffle cones.

Arrived to the Modern Rock Orchestra performance with the glow of having won free tickets and managing to drag my introverted, homebody self out on a Saturday night. Discovered we weren’t the only “winners” after listening to conversations of other guests in our vicinity. We all found this amusing to no end.

Enjoyed the concert with a glass of wine in my hand. Conveniently provided to me in a plastic sippy cup to keep the historic theater decor free from any inadvertent spilling disasters.

Mentally shook my head when The Scientist casually announced that he’s going to spend the next week cutting in the closet aka prepping lymph node samples for testing now that Chronic Wasting Disease testing is upon us.

Listened as The Scientist lamented that wearing Halloween costumes at the lab could be tricky. As in his colleague couldn’t be a fairy because the wings wouldn’t fit over the lab coat.

Celebrated Halloween together as a family and waited in anticipation for trick or treaters, a neighborhood rarity. Scurried excitedly to the door a whooping three times- a new record! Our favorite being the dragon toddler that grabbed at least three full sized candy bars as his mom tiredly said he was trick or treating for her anyway when we looked to her for permission.

Counted down the days to the start of Starbuck’s holiday cup season, a legit holiday for all that celebrate. Cheered that my first cup was the green one, my declared favorite.

Justified the purchase of the 10lb bag of flour at Costco with the frequently exclaimed, seldom untrue adage, “Winter is long here!”

Watched as Brian aggressively pushed our shopping cart in the direction of the return area only to see him panic upon realizing it was sailing towards a car instead. The man can seriously hustle when called for, let me tell ya.

Slept in which pleased Brian as he predicted it would bode well for acclimating ourselves to the pending time change. It meant little to me as I sat crabby and in desperate need of coffee on the sofa.