Yes, much of my day has gone over to reading the last Harry Potter book, through which I'm about halfway. Not a single spoiler or detail here, just a reduced ability to write much about the rest of my day: moving back to take care of the dog, eating dinner with my beloved classicist and artist friends, researching and then writing an e-mail message asserting my legal right to money I am owed. And now I'm going back to sitting with the quietly disconsolate dog and reading until I fall asleep. Stories of camping in Kentucky will come, I suspect, just not tonight.
(This picture shows you what is either Webb Mart's chief competition or its cross-road bait annex. I did not find out.)