Only 25 days

It is only 25 days until you-know-what. I am starting to become afraid that I will wake up that morning to find myself turned into some kind of feminist-careerist-crazy-old-lady- AARP member, running out of my house with a broom, a briefcase, and pharmaceutical cornucopia ... If you see me, please catch me and make sure that I am at least not wearing my pajamas.