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The Quiet Room

While yesterday afternoon the Quiet Room at the local library was a lovely, silent space to write, transcribe, and edit words, today is an entirely different matter.

To quote Julie Wanda, “The odds are good, but the goods are odd.”

This afternoon the Quiet Room is not quiet; lots of twitchings, movements in seats, throat clearing, and mild talking under one’s breath.

Luckily for all, the local bouncy dude, who spent most of his first hour staring at the Google home page giggling and twisting about in his computer chair, has blessedly departed.

I am at a long, thin plastic table near the emergency exit crash door writing this, in hopes that theese words will breed more words – cultivated word husbandry, if you will, in the not-so-Quiet Room at the local library.