October is pretty much the only time it’s considered socially acceptable to be a slob. In my world, instead of going out and purchasing fake cobwebs, I just let the real ones linger. It adds a certain level of authenticity, I think. Which is, of course, why I cleaned. Actually it’s not. I was just fed up and feeling hopeful about one day bringing a man home and didn’t want the products of the seven spiders I evidently live with to scare him away. I’d prefer my personality do that instead.