Work, another birthday, the Hollywood librarian, library fines, pylories and marathon training

• Our reference desk at work succumbed to end of financial year madness a couple of weeks ago.  That means we’ve been really busy.  Not I-don’t-know-what-day-it-is busy like when there’s a huge case, but busy enough to cause brain freeze on the bus ride home.  I’ve been retrieving cases, articles and legislation; tracking down regulations and industry research; ordering property, company, and personal searches; searching for judicial consideration of sections of legislation, and cases dealing with specific scenarios, and books on subjects it seems no-one wants to write about anymore; and my favourite, looking for European cases in languages I don’t understand.  Actually there’s more, but I fear I may have stretched your tolerance level for the details of my work already.  I love to complain about being this busy, but really I love it, even if I can’t process anything more complicated than dinner when I get home.
• I forgot my Father’s birthday!  Well, not completely.  I was five days late.  But really, five days late is pretty much the same as forgetting isn’t it?  I’m a terrible terrible daughter.  I hope he forgives me.
• I get sick of librarians moaning about our image, but that doesn’t mean I don’t find that image interesting.  So, when I received an email this week inviting me to a special screening of The Hollywood Librarian, a documentary about the image of the librarian on film and the reality that is being a librarian today, I RSVP’d straight away.  I wonder if they’ll show footage of Giles…
• I visited my public library last night to pay $13.50 in fines and borrow a book on marathon running.  And I’m wondering, because those fines have been owing for over a year now, if the librarians somehow knew I was coming and arranged for that young boy to be walking down the stairs with his football just as I walked in.  I mean I can think of some clients past who would have benefited from having that young boy boot his football at them, so I wouldn’t blame them really.  But seriously, if I hadn’t been fiddling around with my ipod and trying to turn it off, his football would have left an indent in my chest.  As it was he was damn lucky I didn’t drop my ipod, ’cause then I would have had to tell him off or something, instead of just giving him a deadly stare.  At which he wasn’t scared, one little bit.
• Oh I do love life without Eddie’s pylories.  I cooked a delicious lamb shank and barley scotch broth with wine this week.  It’s the first time we’ve had it in over two years and his tummy didn’t burn, or curdle, or make him want to be sick.  That he was able to eat it without feeling sick was almost as good as the dish itself.
• I ran 19k today.  It felt good and easy.  Only 23.6 to go to make it marathon distance.