Stuff is happening. Just not right now. But I'm hoping to have some bitching photos of hearses after Sunday, assuming I survive in the wretched Southern California sunlight long enough to take them. And maybe I'll humblebrag my kids sweet-assed Pubert Addams costume too. Did I mention I stitched the spider on myself. I'm a paragon of domestic virtue.
Those cobwebs are decorations. No, you didn't just see that violent motorcycle gang of spiders move. Decorations.