not so much with the ravening hordes
Ok, so the plan to enter the melee on Friday night for the new Harry Potter didn’t happen.
Mainly because My Lovely Wife fell asleep at 10:00. This allowed me to breathe a sigh of relief. And pack away my morning star.
I did head out on Saturday and pick the book up for her. As I was going to be busy all weekend working on a project, I was all for giving her something to do that didn’t include her moaning, “I’m boooooooooooored… Are you done yet?…” [Extensively protracted sigh.] “I’m BOOooOOOooRED…” [Even further world-record-breaking sighs.]
So the weekend progressed — me in the computer room, typing away. Her in the bedroom… I don’t know — muggling?
Finally, it was around 9:00pm. She was in the final stretch. The next hour consisted of periodic repetitions of the following script:
Me: [Type type type.]
Her: [Sob sob sob.]
Me: [Type type type.]
Her: [Sob sob sob.] Aa-aaa-aaaah… S-s-sweetie?… can you get me some tissue?
Me: [Control-S. Grab tissue. Go to bedroom. Hand tissue to My Lovely Wife. Hug her as she rocks back and forth.] There there… it’s all right… ssssshhh… it’s all right… sssshhh… just remember — don’t tell me ANYTHING. [Foreboding glare. Return to computer room.]
And repeat.
