Instead of doing work like I planned,
I came home and finished reading the new Harry Potter. I can now say that it was a disappointment. I was much more moved by the ending of Book 5. I just couldn't get into this one. Which is disappointing. I'll still read Book 7. But, I don't hold out such high hopes. I hate it when books are disappointing. I have now read 7 books this summer, and I should finish A Prayer for Owen Meany sometime this week, making 8 out of the 20 on my list. I feel I should have read more, but I will have 3 weeks after work is over to read more. I have to go to Augusta for a few days after I'm done working to do some family-related stuff. But after that, I'm totally open. I'm sure I'll venture to Valdosta for a few days. And try to straighten things out in Columbia. No idea when Liz is moving out. Or where she's going. You think she'd share these things with me. But no. Oh well. Nothing shocking there, I guess. I think I'm going to bed soon. I'm seriously exhausted. One too many late nights this weekend, I think.