The sun does not revolve around the earth. The world does not revolve around me. Sometimes I think so. Best I think not. When I do, it gets me in trouble. For every ten emails I send out, I also send out one apology. I need to better the odds. Being less than perfect is, admittedly, hard on my psyche.

Another very long work day – and I wasn’t going to work at all today. My work day began last night. I checked for messages and learned that Thrifters Rock had books to donate. They usually have two shopping carts full, but this time they only had one shopping cart full.

Pete told me to tell them to take the books to the recycling center. I have hesitated to do this because there are often, in the two shopping carts, good books. I am not keen on sorting books in the shed in cold weather, but doing this outside, in warm weather is okay.

Today, again, just one cart full of books. This made sorting easier – I ended up with four boxes of books that Pete and Robert later took to the recycling center; the rest, three boxes of nonfiction, one box of children’s books, and a handful of paperback/hard covered fiction books. It was the perfect sized haul.

I took these books back to the former banquet room of the historic Eagle Hotel. I arrived at the same time as Robert, our former BLBP president. I cleaned, stamped, and passed on eight boxes of books for his distribution route. I was very efficient, having used the incoming books rather than those that were already shelved.

I also filled Bill’s boxes. The long nonfiction table was empty by the time I was done. I also swapped out the books in the bookcases in the hallway. I put the lower shelf children’s books in bins and replaced them with larger picture books.

Robert busted up about 50 empty boxes then he and Pete took them to the recycling center. After, they removed several boxes of books, then lowered an upper nonfiction shelf, per the order of the fire marshall. I recategorized the books that were in these boxes. Books were in there that ought not have been there.

All this took considerable time. I ended my work day by distributing books around town. I could, as I did this, see that a storm was in our neighborhood – the clouds were an angry black gray. I had no choice but to drive into it.

I got to Murphy Road and caught the tail end of a hail storm. I was glad that my car was not damaged.

The horses were just fine – after dinner, I took Raudi for a ride – the snow/hail had stuck to the trails, which were white. Quite beautiful, the field adjacent to Raudi’s Runway was enshrouded in fog. She cantered nicely along the runway and also up Murphy Road.

Could rain tomorrow. You just never know. Now with federal cuts, weather prediction is going to become a rather iffy job.

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