Buzz

Spent an hour this morning collecting sticks in the woods with one of my managers. It's been wet in the woods recently, so they are now drying on the deck. We need to check on our levels of glue, sequin, glitter, feathers. But it's just double-checking--the craft box is well-stocked here. (Nah, these wands won't pass muster at Hogwarts, but they will be oh so much more fabulous.)

The tarot reader is booked. The HP-themed cupcakes are ordered. We have an owl above the register. Various other magical paraphernalia is trickling in. Signs are printed and ready to turn the pet section into Care of Magical Creatures and the community room into Divination and I don't know what all else. The spreadsheet with the preorders is up to date. The slips are printed.

Honestly, honestly, there is no reason for me not to just do what I would usually do on a Thursday. If only my veins weren't tingling so much.