Strange Friday Night Feels
My Saturday morning library closed last week so that it could be renovated. Which means I'll be doing double duty at my other library for a while. However, I'll be working Sundays instead of Saturdays. After... how long has it been? 7 years? 8? 9? I'm having trouble remembering that I'll have my Saturday mornings free. Tonight I keep reminding myself that even though I'm getting up at 8 tomorrow, I don't have to leave. I have all morning to stay in and eat breakfast and relax and write, but I keep preparing for my Saturday afternoon, packing bags and gathering things together, as if I won't have all morning to do it.
It's a very strange feeling to me, having this whole chunk of time suddenly rearranged in my life. I hope it doesn't take me too long to settle into my new routine. And I hope I don't show up at the old library at 9am tomorrow morning, expecting to do bookdrop!
It's a very strange feeling to me, having this whole chunk of time suddenly rearranged in my life. I hope it doesn't take me too long to settle into my new routine. And I hope I don't show up at the old library at 9am tomorrow morning, expecting to do bookdrop!