Lest you thought the library was all happy, fluffy, fun fun, I was minorly maimed today. I was trying to reshelve an overstuffed box of magazines, when the box burst, fell off the shelf, and
took a sizable part of my fingernail with it. I poked through the scattered magazines trying to find my missing bit, but I guess the Librarian of the Future will reap that reward.
And then I still had to pick up all the magazines. And type for the rest of the day. And here I am typing again. I'm drawing the line at vigorous pointing.
Walking home at 5 with nothing but nursing my wound on my mind, I was nearly killed by the careless conduct of a bicycle built for two. I'm not sure if the stronger rider is meant to be at the first or the second seat, but these two were clearly out of control. I did feel handlebars graze my arm as they wobbled by, but not two distinct sets. Transportation is a vicious circle in these parts: streets too dangerous for cars and bikes; sidewalks too dangerous for pedestrians; but still everyone's on their way everywhere all the time.
I want to go out tonight to do a bit of shopping, but don't want to have to sacrifice a body part to do it.