The worst cold I’ve ever had? The one that left me perched before a roomful of students, unable to make words? I shared it with the wife. So she’s spent her favorite holiday curled up on the couch “watching” her favorite holiday special when she’s ripped from sleep by hack, cough or Sukhee Kang. (Four calls so far today!)  Like all decent people and (irate dinosaurs), she abhors the sexification of Halloween:

Because the only thing she loves more than me is one-third of Europe dead, I dedicate this Google failure to her. It’s comforting to know some things remain sacred.