Librarian Love

In asking people to introduce themselves a couple of days ago, I found that a number of folks here work in libraries. So I outed myself in my total love for libraries and librarians. This is a lifelong thing for me. I got my first library card when I was four; by the time we moved out of NYC I was hiking the eight blocks to the nearest library, taking out the eight books I was allowed, shlepping them home somehow (it never occurred to me to bring a bag--dopey child), reading them in a couple of days, returning them, and repeating the process. My parents were totally out of the loop, and it was one of the librarians at the now-vanished NYPL branch on Eighth Avenue and 13th Street who suggested, gently, that I'd read pretty much everything they had in the kids' section, and perhaps I might want to get a note from my parents which would allow them to let me take books out from the adult section downstairs.
( Continued for fellow Library Fans )

And More Bad Head Disease

The kid's fever keeps going up and down (from 98.4--her usual standing temp--to 101.4). She has an appetite, her head still hurts, but she's fairly cheery for a miserable kid.

Unfortunately, my eyes hurt and I've got a headache. No fever yet. I really don't have time for this. Hoping I can scare it away by cleaning out Avocado's old room (which is today's project). Tomorrow I'll sleep until 4.