day one hundred seventy-six.

(residual weekend photograph, ALA gift shop)

this morning i had to be re-fingerprinted, in hopes of getting a badge sometime before the end of the summer (my finger tips were too mysterious the first time).

i read outside while waiting for the shuttle to work, finishing the book by the ride home. i am in the midst of one of those post-immersion-in-masterful-literature mourning periods, in which i want to start in on all 600 odd pages right over again.
(but most of all, i need to sleep)