… he says. It’s been a strange week. October is always a bit weird – neither summer nor winter, it’s that liminal month between the joys of sunshine and the dense, dark rituals of year’s end. This one is relatively mild, but at the office on Thursday, it rained so hard water squirted through a closed sash window. I picked up the phone, pretended to dial, and then said, “God? It’s Kelly. Yes, that one.” I winked at everyon...