Sorry. It’s hard to blog when you’re sorting through desk vomit. Desk vomit is the undigested and perhaps indigestible collection of salt packets, erasure crud, dead post-its, paper clips, twelve year old business cards, etc. etc. und so weiter that spills out on the new desk top when you relocate, which we did to the remarkably comfortable penthouse upstairs from the branch library (pictured) we jury-rigged over the weekend. The desk vomit is largely gone.
The branch works fine, by the way. Thank you for asking. The regulars are finding their way up with not a lot of trouble. The quarters are closer, of course. That can’t be helped. So the snorers may go through a little adjustment. But it will work out.
Don’t forget to call your state Senators and Representatives to point out to them that libraries, unlike penitentiaries, are a service that many of us use, and that draconian cuts have a whiff of the old Statue of Liberty ploy.
-Nemo Wolfe



Since it won 
So you think life here is all skimming from the new arrivals pile? Not so. The non-blogger and we have been packing books preparatory to The Great Disruption. Sometime between now and July 1, every book not in the 1903 stacks has to be removed from the shelves and boxed for the movers to pick up and store on the last Saturday of the month.