I went to see the Harry Potter movie last night, and in contrast to a loud chorus of disgruntlement from the rest of the peanut gallery, I was not at all disappointed. It hit right in the center of my candy-loving kidspot. Of course, I haven’t read any of the books yet. I’m tempted, now, because the “middle-school aged misfit is granted wonderous new powers” theme encompassed so many of my happy hours in middle school, along with the “middle-school aged misfit finds a magical critter for a friend” and “middle-school aged misfit goes to Mars” and other similar items… I swear I had friends when I was 13, and plenty of them even though we were nowhere near the “popular” crowd, but looking back at my old bookshelf you’d never believe it.
I’ve been in the mood for escapism lately, and dangerously so – my delvings into the Lord of the Rings have started to compete with daily necessities like cooking supper, and I’ve been waking up each morning fiercely wishing that I could rejoin my dreams, even though I’m not really tired at all. But I can’t for the life of me imagine what I might be trying to escape – the fearsome spectre of upcoming julefrokosts? Salt licorice? Final climate modelling projects are a reasonable prospect, as are the piles of nagging administrative emails I’ve been postponing since September out of sheer stubbornness, but when I put on my sanity cap those things aren’t really any worse than doing the laundry, which has also been making me quiver in fear. So I guess I’ll pawn it off on the four o’clock sunsets and maybe a mild vitamin deficiency.