It’s a lazy Sunday. Well not so lazy. I’ve done the laundry and a few other housecleaning chores, but the day seems to have slipped by and now I just want to spend the rest of it lost in a book. I’m sure you all understand.

First though I have to tell you about my little panic the other day. My neighborhood public library branch closed at end of day yesterday for renovations. The whole insides are being re-done and it will take a little over a year. My library is a five minute bike ride from my house, the next closest library is several miles away on a busy street. When I found out my branch would be closed for over a year I had a panic attack. What am I going to do? How am I going to get library books? I can’t not go to the library for an entire year! This is terrible!

And then a little voice in my head said, “Hold on Stef! Before you start wailing in anguish and getting all melodramatic, where do you work?”

“Well, little voice,” I said, “I work in a library. What’s that got to do with anything?”

The little voice cleared her throat and tapped her foot impatiently.

“What?” I said stupidly.

“Where do you work?” asked the little voice.

“A library,” said I rather petulantly. “A library! I work in a library! I can get books at work!”

The little voice sighed her exasperation and faded away. But as she did so I think I heard her say, “Duh!”

My poor voices. I sure make things hard for them sometimes.