Yes, it is December, but if I close my eyes REALLY tight and chant, “Punkin, punkin, punkin, PUNKIN, PUNKIN, PUNKIN*!!!!” I am magically transported back to October. I had some things to get done then, so I don’t need any new items on my to-do list (which exists only in my ginormous noggin, and that is unfortunate, indeed, given the unreliable nature of the contents thereof).

*While I wantonly sprinkle “u” into words (honour, colour – you’ve all seen it if you’ve read ANY ENTRY WHATSOEVER in this blog) in a delusional British wannabe manner, I rarely if ever use the word “pumpkin.” I’m entirely too fond of punkins. So sue me, gourd people.