As I sit here at my desk, attempting to finish a report that doesn't interest me one iota, I occasionally look up from my work. I've seen a witch, a passable Keanu Reeves Matrix impersonation, Satan and a doctor. Funny thing is, I don't fully appreciate their efforts, nor do I mentally smack myself for not coming up with a clever idea for a costume of my own.

This workplace has sucked the whimsy out of me.

Maybe it's in the lost and found somewhere, waiting patiently for me to miss it enough to go looking for it. For the time being, it can be still and make friends with the hats and gloves, the earphone sets and the wide assortment of key chains.

Happy Hallowe'en. May all your goodies be calorie-free.