Today being gray, I stayed in bed a bit longer, watching the rain and ruing the loss of my early walk. I don't mind walking in the rain, but the morning seemed built for other things...later, I thought, I will put on my raincoat and go collect Alexander for the afternoon. Good thought: immediately the rain and wind picked up, or rather shot down, bringing a torrent over the garden and terrace.
In bed, I made a list or two, one practical and one fantastic, checked my phone for messages, then read another story in a book I had bought through the Friends of the Library sale, just re-opened in a new Covid way.
I should explain that for months, the town library had been closed...in your towns, too, I am sure...until summer, when they'd found a way to have us order books online and pick them up outside safely. It helped me a little, but really I am more of a browser, and so I didn't use the welcome service much. Then, last week, the Friends of the Library sent a message saying that they had found a way to reinvent their store, semi-virtually, and sent pages of titles they had for sale...all very inexpensive and all supporting the library, of course. Many were new or scarcely read; lots were interesting. I scrolled through and picked out more than a few, including Margaret Drabble's stories, which have become my bedside reading. When they notified me that my order was ready, I went to the back of the library, where a window in a glass wall had been installed, and at the mention of my name out came a bag with my books. I was proud of them and of me for getting these next weeks' reads.