It dawned on me last night that I still think of December as a magical time filled with carols,
family, and beautiful fairy lights. This is good news considering my head was filled with such
a blur of data, catalogues, and pdf’s that it led me straight home and to that bottle of vodka that
had been calling my name since lunch. No, I don’t have a drinking problem, (I say to myself
at this time every season) but I will say that a cup of hot water just doesn’t do the trick, (thanks
for the suggestion below, Mark).
Everything feels slightly chaotic and everyone is in a state of exhaustion from conference and preparation
for appointments. Here are a few live quotes from the staff that I’m hearing from my office:
“This is how I feel every season: ‘What? I don’t remember you. What are these, books?'”
“Is anyone on-the-line?”
“She means online.”
“Is anyone mad that I’ve been playing 90’s music for the past 24 hours?”
“Should I be updating?”
We’ve all got to get through it together and at the end of the tunnel there will be spiked eggnog…I mean
books. There will be books.