Bored On A Wednesday ...

It was Wednesday, and we were bored.

Sure, we had our biscuits, and drove down to the sea. There was even some spirited conversation sprinkled in. But we were bored. And going to Pier Village wasn't going to be enough to make us un-bored.

So we headed back North early (which meant navigating rush hour) and settled at the big B&N on route 17. There were soooooo many books I wanted, with only about $50 to spend, that I nearly shorted out! But I did bring home a book of fairy tales, the third Guardians book, and most importantly, a book on the folklore, archaeology and origins of European dance.

Did any of this fix the problem? What is the problem? We had a peaceful day. A quiet day. Yet there it was ... the restlessness. At least it wasn't just me, though E's is undoubtedly for different reasons.

Coming out of B&N, it was snowing lightly, and I thought of The Muse. Oh, year of unknowable things, why must you vex me so, even on a Wednesday ...