So I got at least 6, maybe 8, hours sleep last night - it's hard to add it all up when it's so fragmented - but I'm grateful anyway. Still, it may be taking a bit of a toll...I went to the library to return a book and pick up some that were waiting for me...and I passed a mailbox along the way.

Yup.

I opened the mailbox and was about to drop the book in when the author photograph confronted me. I saw Jhumpa Lahiri staring up at me and realized, "This is not mail."

Good save.

Coincidentally, I didn't read the book...it was too moody for me. I read Lauren Weisberger's new novel instead. It was fun.

Comments

BabelBabe said…
dude, you can't read real books with an infant in the house. trust me. with primo, i read ed mcbain's entire oeuvre; i am working my way thru laura lippman's mysteries with this bebe. and I have done that thing with the mailbox so don't feel bad.
3:41 PM
Bearette said…
Really?? (with the mailbox)
I agree. I can't read anything at all heavy right now.
3:47 PM
This suzy said…
Wouldn't that have been an amusing thing to find in your mailbox? A random library book? lol

Makes me tempted to do it to someone, although I guess I wouldn't have a good way of knowing what happens. lol
4:09 PM
Bearette said…
Oh, this was one of those public mailboxes. The mailman would have been surprised, though!
4:46 PM
blackcrag said…
My sister calls that 'baby brain'. It's supposed to last from ten months to a year.
6:21 PM
Anonymous said…
Okay, dropping the library book in the mailbox would have been pretty funny. Whatever you do, don't drop your keys in a dumpster. When I was living in an apartment, anytime I had my keys in one hand and my garbage in the other, I was always tempted to toss the keys in and keep the garbage :)
6:40 PM
Caro said…
Ah, the joy of fatigue. It gets better I promise.
8:11 PM
Poppy said…
This is my second time reading this post because I didn't want to mark it as new in my feed reader. Gold star, Bearette. :D
8:23 PM
Poppy said…
Oops, I meant I didn't want to mark it as *read* in my feed reader.

Silly Poppy.
8:24 PM
Anonymous said…
Don't feel bad. I went to the library the other day and instead of dropping my book in the drop, I threw it into a nearby trashcan.

And my baby's not even born yet!
10:19 AM
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