I love my local library. It is just one branch of the town system, but it is homey and my librarians know me. If I want something and it isn’t found in the local area, they bend over backwards to locate a copy. They are wonderful!
However, I find myself in a small–not insignificant–quandary for an avid reader. I am slowly working through a book currently three days overdue and I am having trouble finishing it with any kind of speed. I am enjoying the story, but something in me just isn’t swallowed up by the book–which seems to be, lately, what my body demands in order to justify the attention span spent on reading.
Can I blame this on spring fever? I don’t want to sit still; I hate being inside. My sleep cycle is readjusting to wake me for the ever-earlier sunrise. You’d think with the extra hours I spend awake that I’d make time to read…but no. I am all flibbertigibbet!
So my dilemma is: do I do the smart thing and return the book (as someone is waiting for it) or do I selfishly try to muddle through before the weekend?