Do you ever just feel like there are too many books?

I feel this way sometimes.

Anyway, uh, happy anniversary to COVID coming to Ottawa I guess.

Oof.

March.

Okay then.

I’m deeply uneasy about the fact that it’s already the end of February.

Like, holy crap.

Welp.

I feel like we’re reaching the state of…winter? Pandemic? Pandemic winter?

Where all the days kind of blur together and I have trouble separating them out, or feeling like I am doing anything particularly meaningful with my days.

Anyway, books!