Yesterday marked the end of my first year at the library, making me a year old. Those who were hired along with me weren’t so fortunate. Or more fortunate. Bigger and better things, I bet. And it’s some getting used to, but I think I enjoy it here. Especially with the new hires that followed. Well, one of them. Revolutionizing the reference department, namely the young adult section. More on her later. If I feel like it.
I’m uncertain about what I want to write about. There are words, but nothing’s coming out. I have an idea brewing in my head, but I look at the pen and paper y nada. I type words on the screen and everything’s all wrong. Here I thought I was getting better, but I’m only becoming worse.
Today we had a “safety meeting” at work dealing with mental health/mental illness. Apparently there’s a difference, but I’m not able to tell you because my mind was elsewhere. In bed, perhaps. With my son, maybe. I don’t know. I just know that there isn’t much I wanna talk about and so much to tell.
Maybe it’s the weather. Maybe it’s the fact that sleep has been eluding me the last few weeks. I should really start sleeping a lot earlier, but I always find some reason to ditch sleep. Not tonight. No books. No computer. No TV. Just me, my bed, and my thoughts. Let’s see how that goes.
Chapin City Blues 