Fantasies and the Library

Before when I was overworked my fantasy was to go to a very (am resisting the impulse to write v. which is what I've been doing lately) civilized coffeehouse and drink coffee while composing the great American novel. Now my fantasy is to inherit millions (from someone I never knew), move to Europe (the country doesn't seem to matter) and sit in an outdoor cafe sipping wine, screw the writing. Try as I might, the fantasy stops with me getting pleasantly sloshed while The World walks by. My brain just freezes right there. It's a nice red by the way.

New plan for this week: Go to the health food store and buy "sides" because I will continue to be too tired to cook for the next three weeks at least. We open the library in less than two weeks. It looks like the public and staff furniture and the end caps to the stacks (not to mention a lot of the stacks themselves) won't make it on time and it will be touch and go about the public computers too. I have tagged a WW II metal desk for myself because it is every man and woman for themselves as far as furnishing your area goes. I am using a much coveted (I am not kidding, I've had three people try to snag it from me) small end table for a computer desk now and a low stool I stole from the children's department but it isn't a good long term solution. I've got the copier on a - I don't really know what it is and I've got a few old tables coming for the public. It is going to look like a rummage sale.

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In my dream last night, I was on a large brand new space station that had been designed as a luxurious city in space. It was getting progressively colder w/frost, there didn't seem to be anyone in charge and I was attempting to convince people who had just moved in that something was very wrong and they should board a spaceship with me and leave. No, I didn't have very many takers. I finally just made an announcement that I was leaving in 15 minutes and if you were on board by then, good, otherwise good luck.

I think it was a cross between the last Dr. Who I saw and Atlantis.

Today's project was to put a bird feeder and a hummingbird feeder up in the yard. Done! Where are the birds?

Update: There are no birds because Little Dog is on the job of keeping vermin out of the yard. How do I convince him that birds aren't vermin?