Tomorrow my arm’s getting amputated.
You see, BYU library’s power outage starts first thing tomorrow morning, and it’s going to black out over half the library — everything from the main entrance south. I work in the north end, so that won’t be a problem, but what will be a problem is that the fifth floor is now off-limits. My beautiful, adored fifth floor, with literature and languages and art and everything good in life — separated for two whole weeks! Life isn’t fair. ;)
True, they’re moving circulation to one of the security desks, and they will be paging books, so I suppose I’m not completely cut off from my bread and water. But half the joy is browsing the shelves, because half the time I don’t specifically know what I’m looking for. It’s all about serendipity.
Today at work one of my colleagues had me navigate a French search engine, and I realized that it’s been too many months since I seriously studied any languages. I took the Aeneid last winter semester, but that ended in April. And it’s now December. Eight months is just a little bit too long.
And so on my way out of work, I found myself on the fifth floor, that blessed sanctuary of the soul, trying to get my last fix before this two-week fast. My original intent was to find some books on French and German vocab, since that’s where I could use the most work at the moment. I ended up with a German grammar, a book on reading German, a book of essays on Old English in memory of Bruce Mitchell (a prominent OE scholar), a survey of Old Irish literature, and a grammar of Irish. Mmm…
Now I just need to accidentally break my leg so I can stay home for a few weeks and just read all day… :P
(Having the library closed for two weeks really isn’t that bad, though, for several reasons. First, I have 50 books checked out. Second, Provo Library is a block away. Third, I have 900 books in my apartment, since I knew a day like this would come and I’d need at least a year’s worth of book storage.)

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