The lovely Mrs. Robb has made plans to take me to see The Desolation of Smaug  this afternoon. Since it seems that pretty much everybody in the world except me has seen it at this point (including Eldest Daughter and Middle Daughter), I anticipate having the theater all to ourselves this afternoon.
That is how it works, right?
Friends have related that it is, indeed, a spectacle worth viewing. I have received assurances from certain sources that the dwarves' beards are particularly finely rendered...
 Being a purist, she refuses to refer to the latest Peter Jackson fantasy movie trilogy as "The Hobbit" and instead prefers to call it "that Middle-Earth movie". She still enjoys it, mind you - she just doesn't think that it's "The Hobbit".