With all the chaos going on in the world right now, it's probably not too surprising that I had a nightmare last night.  What's funny is that with all of the anxieties, fears, and worries my dreaming brain could have focused on, it chose to entertain me with a bookish nightmare.  I know it's because I had planned to retrieve my on-hold books from curbside pick-up this morning and I was worried about making it there within the library's pick-up hours (don't judge—quarantine has made me so lazy that 8 a.m. now seems like the crack of dawn).  At any rate, I dreamt that I was doing my darndest to get to the library on time, but obstacles kept getting thrown in my path—an injured child that needed help, downed trees, deep mud, the Burger King breakfast my husband insisted on having, etc.  By the time my dream self finally made it to the library, it was 1:00 in the afternoon!  No matter how much I begged the librarians to just let me get my books, they refused.  In the dream, I was frustrated and upset (naturally).  When I woke up (in plenty of time to get to the library, thank you very much), I got a good chuckle out of my terrifying nightmare.  Although this morning's library pick-up line was the longest one I've ever seen, I didn't mind waiting.  It made me happy to think so many people (myself included) would soon be enjoying their new library books.  I picked up the following (most of which I talked about here):

7.  I just can't get enough of bookish lists!