Black Sabbath has passed, and All Hallow's eve slipped by with nary a howl nor scream, no motley crue at my door demanding ransom for my peace no piece of pumpkin become flesh riding a dark horse across the drear night no swinging scyth slicing the silence, notorious netherworlders never appeared. Methinks they be all tuckered out from the evil-doings of the past year...
