I throw Barb's Tuesday schedule out of whack by keeping the washer and dryer in use for half the morning. I also venture into the back yard to rack some leaves, though about 1/3 of the fenced-in area remains covered. Agonizing over the conditions of some parts of the exterior of the house, I wipe off some mildew but decide against a more ambitious washing. Just as well. It starts raining shortly after 11.
It's a relatively slow evening at the reference desk. No major incidents to report: no cellular phone rudeness, no toddlers wandering into the lobby unobserved by inattentive moms, no pizza parties. Sometimes I wonder if it isn't time to take stock of my accomplishments and consider some career alternatives.