Sarah and my campadre the tech writer over in Engineering have both finished the latest Harry Potter novel. Yeah, the 900-some page book that was released midnight Friday. I don't even have a copy of it yet, and will probably have to wait till this Friday, as my perky little Tracker decided it didn't want to go to work today. No idea how much it will cost to revive it. Hopefully not too much. Godfrey was a dear, jumped the Tracker, followed me to our trusty mechanic, went with him to work downtown, then got to take his ride to my office; I work in the next county, two bridges away, so hopefully we will be back to a two-car household soon.

Apparently I have been rather inconsiderate lately - am feeling rather guilty and sad about the whole thing. "A study in mope-ish-ness," to quote the Asian Howard Cosell impersonator in Better Off Dead.