Just like Hiroshima
Did any of the rest of you hear that really loud boom around 5:30 MST? It originated in mid-town Tucson so you of all in other states may not have heard and, those of you that are local, probably thought it had something to do with the Air Force base.
It wasn’t though. It was my brain. It exploded and it wasn’t pretty.
I came home from work and found huge sections, entire shelves actually, of my bookshelves that had been emptied entirely of books and thrown unceremoniously on the floor. The spine on my 2,232 page Webster’s Unabridged Dictionary of the English Language is broken. Of course no one knows who did it.
Once upon a time, long, long ago there was a princess that lived in a lovely castle. It was clean. When the princess wanted to read a book, she would go to her library where there were rows and rows of books, some three deep, and select exactly the tome she was looking for because it would be exactly where she left it. Every book was lovingly cared for, they were all where she left them, and they were as neatly ordered as the Library of Congress.
And then she had kids and everything went to shit.
Oh, the murderous rage…. The only possible upside to this travesty might be that, in having to sort through the books to rearrange them in their proper places, you might rediscover some delightful and interesting titles you’d nearly forgotten you possessed.