This post ought to be substantial, grounded, focused. It ought to include photos of the garden’s latest harvest (including the magic zucchini) or of my knitting (both knit-along projects are in progress). It ought to be productive about rallying people to protest the underhanded sale of my local branch library by the city council. It ought to be … about something.

But instead all I can offer you is this. This evening after work, it was only July. But now, eight hours later, it’s already January at Hogwarts. Come Friday at midnight, it will be July again. I’ve only got 71 hours to get through the next five months — and a harrowing, event-filled five months they will be.

So my apologies if posts are light — or, worse, inconsequential. I’m looking for clues for what’s to come…