MBWF is back from her trip, but sadly had patrons eager to take advantage of her collections during lunch. So I took my dish of sprouts over pasta out to the alcove with a magazine. I couldn’t focus–the review of the new Garibaldi biography plunged me right into the back seat of my father’s car driving too fast around a corner, and then my mind went ranging over memory a la Sebald–so I put on a record conducive to reverie and stared at the sky. A storm cloud, edged all around by sunny blue skies that I could see, moved in, over, and past me, spitting rain just a little when it was right on top of me. I’m more than due for a soaking from wide open skies, but I guess it’s not my turn quite yet. I passed the Gryphon on my way back into the library–they’re taking shots of it ‘in action’ for next year’s viewbook.

Tried and true lunch: Roast some vegetables, put over pasta, add some cheese. Eat half for dinner and the rest for lunch. Brussels sprouts are among my very favorite, even though they make the entire staff room smell like brussels sprouts. I ate with MBWF (rice and beans, banana, and a cup of applesauce), and lunch took on a certain urgency once we realized that I’m out after Wednesday for a trip to Milwaukee and she’s out next Monday and Tuesday for a trip to Boston. So we tried to cover all our bases: an appropriate bridal shower gift for a colleague; whether we loved or hated Murder, She Wrote; what time the senior staff meeting will be today; and which of us has the best wolverine impression. I wished I had a banana to supplement my meal, but the ones at the fruit stand this morning were too bruised.