I Continue Life At The Library

I continue to enjoy my days at the library, crying the occasional tear while wondering how Junia is doing.

The library system is heaving itself back to life, I hear, and me and Caleb have been giving each other side-eye at the library check out, wondering about all the books floating around the house that will need to be recovered and schlepped back to the library and what will remain on the accounts after the dust has settled. Jon has been complaining about these books littered about the house for months, and I have a vision of him now, a maniacal gleam in his eye, shoveling all the books out the door, Caleb hanging onto his pant leg behind him.

But that is a problem for future me.

Here I am now, sitting at the library with my coffee, my portable clutter, the sun shining bright. I wonder if, without kids, I would spend more time at the library puttering around, reading my books, typing away on a blog post, writing in a notebook. Usually when I go to the library it’s controlled chaos, the kids’ attention and energy drawn to the shelves, me worried about some tiny fingers pulling all the books off, not quite enough time to settle into something of my own.

So, I will take these mornings at the library, my favourite things around me, before I return to my favourite people.