I've decided to try to renew my old and longstanding, but lately lapsed, friendship with the public library.
One of the things about working in a medical library is that the collection contains very few items that I myself want to take home and read. And I miss reading.
A colleague pointed out that the Boston Public Library has a branch not far from work (duh--they have branches all over. Why did I never think of this? Laziness). So I'm going to try going there on lunch or on the way back to the train after work.
If I know in advance what I want to pick up, and go prepared with a call number (or have them hold it for me!), it shouldn't add more than, say 20 minutes.
I can surely devote 20 minutes once a week or so to nurture this important relationship. I would think.
We shall see.
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1 comment:
i love my public library (just a few blocks from my house on the drive home) reading some James Thurber and Laura Ingalls Wilder now. Happy 4th!
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