You know when it’s great to be a grown up? On a beautiful spring evening, when your commute home is short, and when you know you’ve got taco fixins in the fridge. And no commitments, for a change.
Not only did I make tacos, I had a beer. And sat on my back porch, admiring the flowers. And, read I The New Yorker.
After a spring break week of relative quite, the reference desk got busy this week: books needed tonight for reports due tomorrow, research on a missionary to China, ILL, books to place on hold, and a fair bit of computer trouble-shooting.
2 comments:
Wow, and it's not even your birthday...
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On our birthday, it's usually too hot to sit outside at the end of the day.
When it was time to come inside, the bubble burst as there was nothing good on (free) TV.
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