In Which I Visit the Library
I stopped at the library on my way home from DOB's office yesterday. At last I could resist the allure of the children's section no longer. I wound up with seven books from there, which isn't too excessive, I suppose, if you ignore the little detail that my oldest child can't even look at the pictures yet. (Most of them were song books, though, and he can hear music. And no doubt he will benefit greatly in later life from the fact that I now can learn all the words to "Do Your Ears Hang Low?")

I love libraries. I wish they weren't an evil government socialist program. I would pay for them if anyone would offer a paid one. (Actually my sisters are working on just that. But it will be on the other side of the country, so it won't help me assuage my conscience.)