May 13, 2018

This morning I woke up, read in bed for awhile, and then fell back to sleep for a little bit. It was pretty nice. Then I ran on the elliptical, got ready, ate lunch, watched part of an episode of Santa Clarita Diet, and went to work.

After counting money and sharpening pencils and all the other opening stuff, I was on desk for two hours. I worked on my newspaper article and spent a lot of time talking to the other librarian, because that is inevitably what happens when we work together. We have similar interests, so that doesn't help. But I enjoy our conversations, and never turn down an opportunity to procrastinate.

In that conversation, Flowers In The Attic came up. We both remember being mildly traumatized by the move when we were kids, but couldn't actually remember what actually happens in the movie. I looked it up, and it turns out it is completely awful. And it's part of a series, each subsequent book is just as awful, if not worse. There's abuse, rape, incest, torture, poisoned donuts, and a lot of other things. Good grief. Somehow it was a really success book. I thought Fifty Shades Of Grey was bad but it doesn't even come close to the demented plots of the Flowers series.

When I was off desk I went down and covered the tech desk so the tech person could take a break. I caught up on my daily notes in my notebook and looked through the tech center handbook. And then I went to pull my homebound books. I got really lucky and didn't have to go back and look up extra books, because I had added enough extra to my list before heading out to the stacks. Then I checked them all out, updated my spreadsheets, and printed out bookmarks before I was back on desk for the last hour.

That hour was spent cutting the bookmarks, stuffing the bookmarks in books, stuffing the books in bags, and labeling the bags. A successful day. Except for the fact that I didn't get anywhere close to finishing my newspaper article. I'm going to write it tomorrow, which I'm not supposed to do because I don't work tomorrow, but I'm not going to have enough time on Tuesday or Wednesday and it is due Wednesday. I just won't tell anyone. It'll also be easier to write at home, without all of the distractions at work.

Before closing I changed my shirt because my Mom was picking me up to go the visitation for one of the kindergarten teacher's father, and I don't like wearing shirts that tuck in without my jacket because I think they look frumpy. So I changed into a shirt that I don't tuck in. The visitation was nice and I only had one accidental glimpse of her father in the coffin. Whenever possible I try not to look at people in coffins. I got to talk to several people from the school, which was nice, but it's always unfortunate when your only chance to catch up with people is when someone has died.

After the visitation I ran home to grab my Mom's presents for Mother's Day, as well as some trash and recycling. I got to my Mom's house around 7:30PM and we at cheeseburger pie for dinner that my sister made. Mine was made with fake hamburger, but it was pretty spot-on. For desert we had homemade strawberry shortcake, which my sister also made from scratch. I'm not really a dessert person but it was really good. It wasn't too tart or too sweet, it was just good. After dinner, my Mom opened her gifts, and then we talked until after 9:30PM.

When I got home I played a little CoD: WW2. Things went better than last night but I've had better days. And better teammates. But I had fun, and I never felt the need to resort to racial slurs, like people tend to do in the chat, so that's always something.

Now it's late, and I can't afford to sleep through half the day tomorrow, so I'm going to go to bed.