Shh... The Animator’s Wife is asleep and I don’t wish to wake her with my worries. She has had such a busy month, working until all hours of the night, helping Uncle James with his big move, and trying to cope with her father’s blood infection. Poor lady. I’ve hardly seen her at home at all anymore and when I do, she usually goes straight to bed. She certainly hasn’t had any time for crocheting lately. It’s all I can do when she is home to give her a back massage while she drifts off into the Realm of Dreams.
But that all seems to be ending now. She has been home the last three days in a row, and has been frantically preparing for... something. What, I cannot say, but it reminds me of an October two years ago, when The Animator and his Wife suddenly went mad and began hacking numerous pumpkins to pieces, leaving behind empty shells that glowed sinisterly back at me through the balcony window.