I’d planned to return my last two library books this morning, first errand out of the gate before the grocery and the laundry and all of the other things I hope to get done today. But I made the mistake of checking my account to make sure I hadn’t forgotten a book (no overdue charges for me, please!) and I saw one of my hold requests marked as “In Transit.”
I have delayed all my errands to sit home and write and wait for “In Transit” to become “Ready for Pickup.” Because last time I hit the library first, I got the call two hours after I got home, and I didn’t have a chance to go back for three days.
Three days knowing there was a book I desperately wanted to read waiting for me…torture.
On the upside, I have the next part of Grace and the Greek Warrior all ready to go for tomorrow. Writing has always been a good way for me to channel my crippling impatience.