A cartoon about cats makes all the difference.

Today was rather “eh”.  I didn’t have to do much at work, nobody yelled about their coffee being made wrong (well, they raised an eyebrow and asked for a refund, but they didn’t throw the cup at my face and threaten to call the authorities on me for charging criminal rates), and we didn’t have a pipe burst.  But all in all?  “eh.”

I wasn’t in the mood for one of my bosses to lecture me on how I presented my case in an argument.  I wasn’t in the mood for the long bus ride.  And I wasn’t in the mood to write.  That is, until the library.

That’s the thing about libraries.  They know if they attach a due date to a loaner, you’ll have to come back.  (Or, you should.  I have several friends who have garnered some “impressive” fees and haven’t faced the music.  I don’t respect that part of my friends.  Sigh.)  And when you come back?  There is more stuff to read!

Look, I have a collection of books at home.  But the library has more, and I have not read all of theirs.  So, I was perusing the shelves when I came across an Oatmeal book.  If you have never visited The Oatmeal, do so.  Now.  He is better at this than anyone.  Especially his Tesla S article.  The book on the library shelf?  How to Tell if You Cat is Planning to Kill You.

Now, I love my cat.  And I love books.  And libraries have the greatest chair outside of your grandmother’s house.  They have all kinds of seats and they feel like you are sitting on a pig-pile of Care Bears.  Delightful.

A funny book in a window-filled library in a comfy chair?  Keep your over-priced, alcohol, I am all set.

I laughed, I nodded, I smiled.  It was bliss.  How to follow that up?  Why, go back to the shelf (I always reshelf my books when I read them in the library.  I cannot not do it.) and find more books to read.  But just for variety sake, take them home with you!

That is how I ended up much calmer, much more reasonable, and with an Archie book sitting in my living room.  Oh, Archie Andrews, what will you do to Mr. Weatherbee this time?

To summarize:  Shaving your head to look just like Walter White will not help.  (But I do bear a strong resemblance to Bryan Cranston.  For real.)

        I’m trying to look angry. Grrr.

Doing exercise?  Helps a little.  But nothing beats a crummy mood like a library.  Have you hugged yours?