I’m back–kind of. Still some family things going on, but the more pressing item? Work, at least to the end of the month. In the interim, please enjoy the following tasty info tibits:
Think your 13-year old niece is the fastest texter in the West? Think again.
Sometimes the title “librarian” is bandied about a bit too freely.
If you’re going to try and get away with a crime, make sure there’s not a librarian around.
Finally: ever get the feeling you’ve helped these two ten minutes before closing time?