I should have gotten a really good novel queued up to soften the Post-Potter Depresssion. (This isn't due to the content of the book; it was precious and I have no real critique except that there was a plot point that made me go Wha? Huh? and sent me googling for clarification.) Now that I've finished eating, sleeping, breathing Deathly Hallows I'm just a bit lost, entertainment-wise. I'll have to channel my obsession to another fandom and pop in Buffy Season 6 DVD's until I can get to the theater to see Order of the Phoenix.
Our day was insane, amplified no doubt by my staying up until 2:30 a.m. reading. And why the hell has the baby decided that she needs to nurse for an hour and a half solid before bed?!