Today I’m a hot librarian. I’m getting my books out of boxes, and sorting them by Dewey, more or less, and alphabetical for the fiction. I’m a snob, so “literary fiction” is shelved separate from genre science fiction, crime, etc. It’s so wrong, but it feels so right.
Then I’m going to buy a leather armchair. I’m sure I’ll find some uses for it.
But I won’t be writing much today.