Books

Nothing inspired me to take a picture today, so while I was waiting on Michael to stop working I walked around the house to see if anything grabbed me. I stopped by Clyde, sprawled on our bed - he lifted his head and wagged his tail but provoked nothing inspiring. I stopped by the chalkboard wall in the kitchen, picking up a jumbo yellow chalk pen and contemplating an obscure-but-poetic message to Michael - nah. Finally I decided to take some pictures of the books in the library. This is the most interesting, by which I mean to say it's not very interesting at all. But I like Poe.