A Watched Cauldron

never boils, so I'm going to go to brunch with C and hope that my book arrives while I'm gone. It is very sad and pathetic of me to be sitting around waiting for a book ... and I AM hungry, so I guess I might as well go eat. Obviously neither of the critters is going to fix me anything; in fact, last night Buster ate the cookies I had set aside for breakfast. Probably be half an hour or so before C gets here, so there is still time for Deathly Hallows to arrive .... hint, hint, Mr UPS Man!