Please, only covered beverages allowed.
So, I was passing through the local library the other day, and noticed a sign:
FOOD IS NOT PERMITTED IN THE LIBRARY.
PLEASE, ONLY COVERED BEVERAGES ALLOWED.
I was all the way home before I went, Wait, what?
The only thing that was preventing me from LIVING in the library was the assumption that I could not, as is my wont, swill coffee or evilly-strong tea more or less constantly while I write.
Thus, my sad search for an acceptable off-site writing location. I’d settled on the world’s worst Starbucks, largely because it was right next door to my gym. By now, I was used to it, and hey — if the weather’s nice, there’s always the tables outside.
But I love libraries. I love all libraries. I love all librarians! And their libraries.
But I was never able to be entirely comfortable settling down to write in our library….
I invested in the most tightly-closing, leakproof coffee container I could find and afford ($16.99 at Starbucks).
I have deskspace, and nice big windows.
Life is good.