The falling damps
Feb. 6th, 2015 12:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceAt last! The rains are here, making dry things wet and green things grow. Dear California: you might consider more of this, before the summer come.
Alas: the rains also bring out the crazies, seemingly. Or else it's just the crazy in me: but I was driven crazy after m'wife had driven me to the library, for the better avoidance of damp. First there was the guy at the next table over, who was crunching and rustling endlessly and then crunching more, though this was the Quiet Zone and eating is forbidden anyway anywhere in the library; and then there was the heavy mouth-breather who slumped himself at my table to leaf backwards through a comic book tho' there was endless room elsewhere; and then there was the old man, possibly his father, who came and loomed over us both until the mouth-breather yelled at him to sit down, which he did. Next to me. And then there was the guy standing in the middle of the library having a shouted conversation on speakerphone, who wouldn't shut up even for the staff...
Reader, I came home. Through the falling damps. I may never leave the house again. Indeed, I may never leave the sofa. The Aubrey and Maturin books go on for ever, right...?
Alas: the rains also bring out the crazies, seemingly. Or else it's just the crazy in me: but I was driven crazy after m'wife had driven me to the library, for the better avoidance of damp. First there was the guy at the next table over, who was crunching and rustling endlessly and then crunching more, though this was the Quiet Zone and eating is forbidden anyway anywhere in the library; and then there was the heavy mouth-breather who slumped himself at my table to leaf backwards through a comic book tho' there was endless room elsewhere; and then there was the old man, possibly his father, who came and loomed over us both until the mouth-breather yelled at him to sit down, which he did. Next to me. And then there was the guy standing in the middle of the library having a shouted conversation on speakerphone, who wouldn't shut up even for the staff...
Reader, I came home. Through the falling damps. I may never leave the house again. Indeed, I may never leave the sofa. The Aubrey and Maturin books go on for ever, right...?