I am taking deep breaths and trying to endure this recent pain.

I can go without Pampers. I can go without store-bought laundry detergent. I can go without fancy dinners and movie dates.

But this one hurts.

Going without Harry Potter.

I am currently on the wait-list at the library. I think I’m number nine.

Nobody, and I mean NOBODY better spoil the ending for me in the meantime.