A break in the weather today gave a chance to hit the library. On bicycle. Slight drizzles in parts of the neighbourhood, but wet ground was most of it.

Returned Tenth Circle & by luck found Nineteen Minutes on the "P" shelf. The book was "In Progress" when i checked its status today.

Lucky

At the bike lot, i recalled that i didn't remember the receipt. A slight distress you see, i laugh at people when i find their receipts in books i borrow. Rode home anyway, feeling lazy to lock up my bike to look for the paper.

Checked the due date from home, wrote it on a piece of paper & slipped it behind the front cover. Only to find the receipt already there.

Carefully careless? Or was i carelessly careful.

I've been like this for as long as i remember. A rare slip-up, i 'panic' & take measures. Only to find that i haven't slip-up on the act itself.