Jersey Cows

I forgot how tough it is to deliver papers on winter mornings. Everything is cold. The inside of the car. The papers. The rubber bands. My hands. The streets are icy, sometimes. There is usually a fine layer of ice on my windshield. It's tough. It gets me thinking about things. Today, delivering papers got me thinking about the library and how long it felt since I'd last been. I couldn't picture how the library appeared. I could and I couldn't. Everything was blurry, like I needed glasses to see clearly again.

After work, I decided to take a nice long walk to the library. I didn't take the dogs because dogs aren't allowed in the library, although, sometimes I wish they were. But, I understand. Not everyone picks up after their dogs!!!
I slipped on ice a few times and almost fell, but it didn't matter. I was on a mission, so to speak.

The library was the same. The same people were working there. For the most part, the same books were available to check out. The same kind of coffee was being served. The same people were milling about the stacks. It was nice.

I read a book on Jersey cows. Jersey cows produce delicious milk. Delicious milk makes better butter!