This is the second view of my master bedroom. I have a lot of closet space, but that didn't stop me from trying to hang up all of my shirts in half of the closet. Sadly, the bar pulled free of the wall and dropped all of my shirts on the floor. But it's okay, because through my judicious use of both ingenuity and a screwdriver, the bar is now firmly secured. But that hasn't stopped me from spreading my shirts out through the entire closet.

Last night/this morning was my first on-call experience. It's actually much easier than it was at my previous place of employment, but that didn't stop people from getting crazy on Halloween. Or, as I like to call it, Alco-Halloween. (Considered and rejected: Mentholloween [for smokers], Nicotrolloween [for smokers who want to quit] and Legends of the Falloween [for Brad Pitt fans])