The thing about telling a ghost story is, of course, telling it right. The proper significance must be placed upon the events in question. Therefore, I must point out, as I failed to do earlier, that the spookiness of Rob feeling Goblin walking around by his feet was not the sensation in itself, which occurs nearly every day, but that Goblin was several hundred miles away at the time.

What he felt was the spirit of the second Mrs. Borden making the bed.

Oooooooooooooooooo!

What I find more terrifying these days is my crazy client, who glories in transforming insignificant issues into major problems (and manufacturing major problems from scratch when no insignificant issues are forthcoming). These are the same people who objected so strenuously to hyphens (and I must point out at this late date that I refer to ubiquitous line-breaking hyphens, not those required by proper grammar). They have been calling me with such alarming frequency over the past two days, and in such utter hysteria, that I have ceased answering my newly functional phone.

Ooooooooooooooooooo!

And before I sign off, I leave you with a final spooky thought: American foreign policy.

Ooooooooooooooooooo!