Today I spent about 8 hours at the Boston Public Library (Central Branch, if anyone wants to try to stalk me). I'm supposed to be applying for jobs and studying for the GRE, but I haven't done either of those today. Instead, I finished Joan Didion's "The Year of Magical Thinking" (yes, I know that technically it should be on my "current reads" list anymore, but I'm living it there for thematic reasons that will become evident in about 5 seconds) and started in on Calvin Trillin's "About Alice." Yes, they are both books about writers mourning their bereaved writer spouses. They are, however, completely different from each other, and I'll go into that in more detail soon (I'm only halfway through the shorter "About Alice").
Today I also found some books on hikes in Massachusetts (would you believe that at the BPL there are more books on hiking in Oregon than there are on hiking in New England? Ok, maybe all the New England ones are checked out because it's summer...). Tomorrow I'll be a homeless person in the woods, instead.
At least I haven't yet been woken from a nap by library security (there's a strict "no sleeping" policy at the BPL).