Began Day of Doom preparations with a bike ride over into the SE part of town to make observations of how several tiny developments there are coming along. I went out in bike shorts and a light jacket, but with a helmet liner, and all that was enough thanks to the sun and despite a chilly-ish breeze out of the north.
Then had to break off, since it was Halloween after all. Tradition calls for a longer run that extends into the night, all while avoiding any ghouls and goblins. As I was running towards and near the east HQs overlook, I was trying to remember when the full moon was. Yesterday? Today? Tomorrow? By the time I had reached the overlook, the moon had already (just) risen above the Nebraskan horizon, and since the sun had already set, I reasoned the full moon had been yesterday (which turned out to be wrong, as I learned when I checked back at home later). Much of the running was on compacted, relatively level snow, and the rest was crunchy and lumpy, while none of it was slippery. Beautiful night out.
I wasn't sure what I would find when I returned home, a bit more than an hour after nightfall. Normally there would be trick-or-treaters all over the place. But of course this is not a normal time. Looking in down along a dozen side streets, there was not a single soul out and about. Amazing. I will guess it was similarly quiet most places, maybe even at Ratlum Mountain.