It’s Tuesday now. Getting close toward the end of the semester, and it feels like my eyes are blazing inside my skull. I’ve done nothing but stare at a computer screen for the last 48-72 hours while I write the next installment of my history paper. It’s a long one, and I ended up having to rewrite a good portion of it for this next draft, but for the moment, it’s off my plate to make room for the half dozen other responsibilities vying for its spot. Which brings me to the beauty of being here in MCPL.
Here is where I get to unwind in a lot of ways. I’m around my coworkers who have become my friends. I get to see my kids and catch up on their week. I get to think about things other than school and current events and the crushing certainty of the climate crisis. At least, I have the option to, although, considering how most of us here at the library are very aware of the state of the world, we tend to commiserate and share. But when we’ve hashed through that, we turn instead to happy things. Interesting things. The things we would spend all day doing or seeing or thinking about if given the chance. And that’s a rare gift these days.