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A confession: I am completely addicted to new tech.
"Touch-screen, world-at-my-fingertips (literally), mini-programs-galore, never-leave home without it" addicted.

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Musings From the Basement

There is something wholly calming about running the desk on a Monday night like this. One patron quietly uses a computer nearby, while a polite group of ladies (with cake) uses the meeting space in the next room. The books are shelved, projects completed, and I am left with only faint clicks, taps, and chuckles to remind me that I am not merely relaxing at home.

I know that the day has been hectic, as the picture books lean tiredly on one another; here and there a book rests askew from its neighbors, sticking well out over an edge. The toy bin is a jumble of hastily-returned entertainment, all higgledy-piggledy. I notice one peg-legged fellow seems to be contemplating the two-foot drop from his precarious perch at the edge of the pile.

Patrons, younger than myself but too old to be interested in my colorful charges, suddenly thunder down the stairs above, headed for the cool glittering evening outside. Pausing as they navigate the heavy latch of the front door, their weighty conversations roll down the stairs like wine casks...curses, complaints, adolescent arrogance, and the joy of freedom, milliseconds away.

The days may not all be like this, but it's these evenings that keep me coming back.