The other day, I went to the library in my slippers. I have a little branch library right across the street from me, so it’s not like I went very far from home. And these weren’t fluffy bunny slippers; they are as sensible as slippers can be. But they are still slippers. And I was wearing fuzzy socks with them. I don’t know whether to be ashamed that I went out in public like this, or totally jazzed about how lucky I am to have a library right across the street. It is one reason why I wanted to buy this house.
I’m planning on reading a lot this week, continuing to focus on “input” as opposed to “output.” I’ll let you know how it goes.