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