A day at the library
Some weekends demand no errands. Usually, days like these go in taking ample rest, speaking to family and relying on take-outs, thereby burying full days silently with nothing much to talk about. But hoy es diferente( learning Espanol , if not in instances like these, I have nowhere to put it to use, so!) As I was scrolling through my Instagram feed from the comfort of my bed in the morning, it suddenly occurred to me that I can deposit my lazy rump at the Library and check if any productivity can be squeezed out of me. I sat upright, as soon as the idea hit me and began swirling in my mind, clearly enticing me. I began my morning tango of brushing, bathing and picking an outfit to battle the near-zero temperatures that the libraries try hard, maybe, to preserve the human race. I made a quick list of what I might require and decided on my beloved MAC, a shawl in case the bulky sweater gives up, water and three stuffed-potato-breadsticks which took more than an hour to prepare. I ...