A spell has been cast on my transit commute by the final book of the Harry Potter series. I doubt I will raise my nose far enough out of the pages while riding to and from work to notice anything worth commenting on. As a result, it may be a day or two before I post again.
Eventually, I will explain how I met Harry Potter.
UPDATE: The noise I originally put in the book slapped me in the face. I put my nose back in the book, embarrassed. And if this all leaves you confused, you are probably not alone. I'm more than puzzled by the fact that I am unable, no matter how hard I try, to write a simple sentence without some glaring typo hiding until after publication and then biting me.