Hunting for Books
Today is library day.
The day I officially suck off the public teat. Having added a few drops of milk to that teat I have no qualms about this. Thing is, I'm about to add a few drops more because I owe some fines. Most of the books I have checked out currently are for research, which means they end up in odd places all over the house. I don't always feel like sitting ramrod straight at my desk when reading about Medeval Economy in the British Isles or the Real Story Behind the West Memphis Three. But darned if I can remember where all of these books have ended up. And it's a three-story house. So, I have to check under the bed in the nursery-that-isn't-a-nursery; behind the fountain in the living room; through the various stacks beside the bed; in all three bathrooms. Every time I go to the library I forget to take back a book because I've left it in a bathroom. Today I will make sure that doesn't happen. I promise.
If you are the person who is waiting for Great Stone Circles, I'm sorry. I'll have it back to the mothership shortly.