It's Late and I'm Tired

Today was a shorter day at work than yesterday but then I had to come home and attend a meeting and watch MI-5, because I get so concerned about the emotional well-being of the MI-5 staff. They only last a season or two before they become dead inside. I didn't know when we started watching this show that it would require so much from me. It's such an emotional strain to worry this much about fictional characters. It doesn't leave as much energy for real people, like blog readers. Really hoping for better posting next week.

Quickly I will tell you, though, that my roommate found me another librarian romance. I haven't read very far yet (because it looked like Adam might not be able to handle the most recent MI-5 death and that he might be dying inside, so I had to be there for him), but these two brief passages from what I have read seem to indicate that the author knows at least a little something about the library world:

If you work in a library, you become used to the bad manners of the public. I don't mean to argue that it's forgivable, because it's not, but the lack of gratitude, the downright meanness and hostility, was an inevitable fact of life.

AND

I didn't get home until seven o'clock that night, after a day crammed with disagreeable library patrons. If you ever suffer from "Aren't People the Greatest?" syndrome, spend a day working in a library.

I don't think I'm going to love this book, but look at the cover. The cover I love.