I ran - literally - to the library after work today (ok, I alternated running and walking because I was wearing dress flats and because I didn't want to look like a dork). I wanted to make sure I got there before it closed because I needed to find a historical fiction book written by someone whose last name ends in B. Why? The Historical Tapestry Challenge. And because I love (love love love) going to the library and pulling random books to read. Ok, it's better when it's not crammed into 3 sweat-filled minutes before the library closes, but it's great regardless. Libraries remind me of being a kid, when walking into one was like walking into Possiblity, and coming home was always accompanied by an armload of Promises of Fun. Though thinking about that does now make me sad that instead of reading secretly under the sheets of my bed with a flashlight until my parents caught me, now I self-enforce my own bedtime 'cause I have to be functional in the morning. Oh well. Even so, I was so happy walking victoriously out the library, lights shutting off behind me, that I bought myself not one but TWO bottles of wine. (Of which I drank 1 glass. Adulthood. Sigh.)
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