Was it just last weekend I tore through all 3 books in the Hunger Games trilogy, barely coming up for other activities, not to mention sustenance? I think it was the weekend before. Life changes, and goes on, and who can tell the difference – if there even is one.

One of the perks of my current situation unrecognized as such by many in similar luck is the all-access pass to world-class library services. Journals, databases, archives at my fingertips, and then there are the catalogs.

Every new or just-about-to-be book I hear or read about can be in my hands in a matter of days, after putting in a request and waiting in a shockingly short queue (more usually, none at all). They are brought to a shelf that’s behind the front desk of the library in my building, on the same floor I report to every M-F for work. Checkout couldn’t be more convenient. And I get to keep the books, as many of them as I want it seems, for six months.

I would be so jealous of myself if I wasn’t me. Although time is soon to be in short supply in my life I can still fit in a book a week, maybe every other for some of these presidential tomes.

Right now I’m whipping through them as fast as I can without sacrificing experience quality, discovering new favorites which I will return to at my leisure, and storing away facts and impressions and information like they’re chock-full of nutrients and I’m a squirrel getting ready for winter.

Books and projects are something I tend to stack up like this, and then get several going at once. I stack ’em up just to knock ’em down. Sometimes it gets a bit much and I wonder if I’ll ever make it through. I always have, no reason to stop now.

Having a lot to organize forces me to prioritize, so perhaps this is all another game of “let’s make a decision, without it seeming like that’s what you have to do”. Decisions and me are wary dance partners. So I choose everything that sounds good, and then sort things out as I go along.