Forget Halloween. Don't even worry about Silence of the Lambs. If you want me really truelly scared ask me to watch over someone else's 10 year old child -- with a power-tool. The local school had a real problem on this particular day with adult supervisors for part of the their woodwork project - cutting shapes (about 18"-20") out of thick ply (I won't say what as it is the kids project, and theirs to tell people about). They got in one power-tool-wise mummy, one daddy, and moi (thanks to B saying no, she'd never used one - which is sensible) -one-on-one with the children. The kids were not a problem - well-behaved and trying hard. But I was as tense as a bowstring and totally focussed for two hours (OK, I had a break when each one finished. But I lost about a pound in sweat). I was using a table jigsaw at that age, but my old man had clouted common sense into me by then. I never really appreciated what he'd done, or how hard it is with other people's children.
B finished her relief stint in the school gardens. She was sorry to... but she's mighty stiff.
The proofs of Dragon's Ring are in. I've finished another set of sample chapters. Done some work on Dog and Dragon. Not cleaned my net. Oh and a single rock-melon seed is up - out of 6 and this planted last. I only have two more.