Yesterday, through a blur of sick brain and cold meds, I took out a scad of books from the U of A library. While there, I helped several first years find their ways through the stacks. Apparently I looked like I knew my way around. ;). I loved being there. I loved the smell of books and the hush and the sounds of pages turning.
And now, sitting on my couch, pajamaed and surrounded by photocopied essays and books, I might actually feel the beginnings of this creaky brain turning on.
It feels like happy.
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