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For nearly three weeks, I've done posts on Tuesday and Friday. This week I'm still trying to work out what Tuesday's post should have been. I've been reading for others a lot lately, but not writing much, and my synapses are firing in non-bloggable directions.

The semester is kind of screeching hell-bent into its conclusion, throwing off a lot of sparks and steam. I'm doing okay, but spring break's late placement made the whole thing lopsided, and I have a lot of anxiety about whether I'll finish okay.

I don't know. I'm kind of casting about. Here's some nice sentimental stuff about libraries and books from E.B. White, every word of it true. (Click to embiggen.)