Doomsday

All of the bad omens were pointing to today. At least, I hope so since I survived.

And they weren’t omens of doom, exactly. More like omens of odd.

The furnace went wacko yesterday. I woke to 48.5 degrees inside my house. That was only slightly warmer than the outside temp.

My heating go-to company sent someone about 9 am. And he was only downstairs for about 10 minutes. I assumed the worst when he came back up so quickly, but it was okay. He fixed it. And it was definitely a lot cheaper — as well as easier — to fix than I feared.

I didn’t have to use a whole vacation day, either.

I shelved probably two dozen children’s books and another dozen adult books and magazines. Then I had to, well, sort of unshelve them. We realized a few books of those books weren’t checked in. So I tried to mentally backtrack through the shelving. And some I remembered were checked in and some were not.

So I found everything I remembered and brought them back to the Circ desk and we checked them all in just to be safe and I said I wouldn’t shelve the same books again today and the whole process really hurt my soul and my head.

I really think this was what the universe was trying to warn me about.

Also, I may have lost another nail clippers.