It’s Saturday. The sun is beaming down mid-afternoon to erase every excuse against yard work. This is the day, perhaps the final day, to clean up leaves and backyard detritus. This is the day to swap the old window screens for window panes and brace against the coming cold. This is the day to clean the gutters.
It is also Halloween. A day for facing fear head on. Embracing it even. My own dance with the devil will not come in a horror film or a haunted house. I need to face my own unhaunted house. Specifically, I need to get up on that roof.