To my surprise, I haven't yet started reading the new Harry Potter. Georg read it first, and he didn't finish until about 10 this morning. By which point I was busy with some things that had to get done, which I didn't finish until about 8 this evening. After dinner I could have started the book, but I was afraid I'd get sucked in and stay up all night reading, and I have a busy day at work tomorrow. So we watched Ocean's Twelve instead. Which I quite enjoyed, which is probably due to the bad reviews when it came out leaving me with fairly low expectations.
Anyway, now it's 11 pm and the book has been mine for the taking for over 12 hours, but if I start now I'll definitely be up all night. So I'm going to bed, and will read it tomorrow afternoon when I get done with work. I'm not accustomed to having this kind of willpower.
Jane has been acting like a freak all evening. Hiding in the study in the dark while the rest of us sat in the living room. Normally she wants to be with us all the time (well duh, she is a dog). We were worried that maybe she was sick or hurt, but she's walking fine, ate a treat, doesn't seem in any pain. I think she's still spooked from when I broke a glass earlier this evening. Between the smashing noise, iced tea going everywhere, and Georg and I both yelling "oh no!" Jane got pretty scared. She's a skittish girl. She almost seems more nervous than Thirteen! Well, not really. But Thirteen is too old and feeble to run away from things that scare her anymore. Jane is plenty fit enough to jump and run away from loud noises and sudden movements, while Thirteen generally just sits there looking anxious. We call them "the scaredy sisters" sometimes.
I think it's the Potter that's freaking her out.