Faster than you can say Quidditch

I have a weird obsession with houses, interior spaces get me hot. When driving, or walking, around at night, I'm thrilled to see an illuminated window that affords me a peek inside. I could care less about the people there, I just want to see what they've done with the place. For this reason, house hunting has always been a favorite past time of mine. I like to troll the realty websites and look for the ones with virtual tours. My own recent house search left much to be desired, as I live in a rural, economically-depressed area, there was only one to choose from, sort of a take it or leave it situation, if you will. Any excuse to spend a day looking at places will do, so yesterday I accompanied Adrock on his quest for a room of one's own. We saw the finest in dingy basement apartments and deplorable student accomodations. Dreadful. I'm lighting a candle and doing a little dance for Adam, Bryn, and anyone else who needs high ceiling, hardwood floor, chac, w/d hookup blessings. I hope everyone else will do the same.
I've been invited to a drive-in double feature of Harry Potter and Spiderman today. Never having read (or seen) anything to do with the enterprise of Harry Potter (I know, I know, shutup) I'm embarking on a marathon, trying to squeeze the first two in before 7:15. Wish me luck.

Watching: See above