Halloween. At least, it is at work. A pretty good percentage of us showed up in costume since the school for the physically and mentally challenged kids up the road from us come by to Trick or Treat at lunch. In the five years I've been here, I've come as an Olympic medalist, a geisha, a medieval bar maid - all decent enough. The year I came as a geisha people walked past my door and did a double take, which is great for a store-bought costume. This year people are a bit puzzled when they see me - the orange satin is throwing them a bit, and they assume I have something to do with UT. But no, although I am a closet UT fan, today I'm representing the Tennessee state object - the ubiquitous orange construction barrel. And I'm having a blast :)

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