I worked from home this morning, but once I met my writing goal for the day (700 words a day, every day, oh yeah) I had the rest of the afternoon off to play around. First stop: library! I can’t believe I have lived in New Orleans for as long as I have without having a New Orleans Public Library card. Libraries are fantastic–our last places where we really do share public resources. They’re utopian spaces, I think. We’ve decided to share stories, one at a time, in line, and we trust each other not to mess up the books by writing in them or getting them wet (a trust often misplaced, but trust nonetheless). Besides all that, my dear sister E. is a librarian, so you’d think I’d make sure to get hooked in with my local bookmill upon arrival. But nope–I was getting by on my school library, friends, and my kindle, which sadly took leave of me a couple of weeks ago. Time, indeed, for a library book–I’ve got a waiting list I want to get on! I tooled over to the Latter Library on St. Charles and handed over my id, filled out my application, and got my card. I felt suddenly a new sense of responsibility, proud to be a part of my local library system. I took this picture of the reading room as I headed out to the convenient bike rack outside. This is the reading room! At the library! And it’s a simple ten minute bike ride from my house. Every kid should be so lucky.