October 31st - they call it Halloween

I can't justify any good reason to celebrate halloween. Costumes are not my specialty. When people greet me today with "Happy Halloween", I feel empty in response. But this morning, I was greeted by two unwelcomed visitors. This is my story, and theirs.

I awoke this morning, ready to get out of bed, but preferring the warmth of my sheets and soft breathing patterns of my husband lying beside me, it took great resolve to finally step one foot, then the other. I quickly found energy to rush over to my closet and pull out my long chenille robe and bundle up. Down the stairs I crept quietly, so as not to wake sleeping children, and I softly closed myself into the bathroom.
There, I noticed nothing surprising. And here is where my story begins. I pulled back the shower curtain as usual and turned on the water, first hot, then cool, tiredly yawning as I reached my hand in to test the temperature. Pulling back in a jerk, I then composed myself. My peripheral vision saw one, then two, uninvited guests making themselves at home in my shower refuge. My mom once told me they were called Daddy Long Legs. I saw them only as very rude intruders trespassing onto my territory this morning.
A few moments later, I was scrubbing my hair with Bumble and Bumble Gentle Shampoo. The spiders had been easily transported swiftly and silently to a new home. And I was ever so slightly plagued by the wordless question of the past not so tremendous events of the day's start. I remembered, and briefly forgave the spiders, for perhaps they too had only wished to haunt me on this morning as a gift of Halloween rememberance. In that case, I reconsidered my response. Yes, I answered in kind. Fairwell thoughtful arachnids, until next year, I thought.