109/365–Moment of Zen
The library has this really awesome sorting room that takes the books you self check in, and sorts them onto carts labeled for various locations throughout the library for quicker re shelving. Watching Girl with a Dragon Tattoo snake its way through the conveyor belt book forest was lovely. Simple pleasure hidden in complexity, just what I needed.
This week is long. I have been avoiding talk radio, it’s just too aggravating. I escaped to the library to return a book I waited six months to read, that I had already read piecemeal in all the publications the essays had previously been published in. Maybe its a sign I’m too well read?