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Bliss at the Hotel Monaco

I spent the day in meetings for LITA Exec Board, and will be back in the grind tomorrow. To TGIF I say: SWOS (Still Working On Saturday). Nevertheless, following a great dinner with the board at Catch 35, I’m enjoying a lovely late evening in a delightfully idiosyncratic room at the Hotel Monaco, swathed in the hotel’s complimentary leopard-print terrycloth robe, my face soft and smooth from a clay facial I gave myself during Law and Order, after which I bathed my skin with a facial cleanser from Burt’s Bees. I’m now curled up on a huge bed, catching up on things via free wi-fi. It’s Good.

I know sometimes people are disconcerted by my various presences on this blog. I haven’t intended Free Range Librarian to be anything other than a fragment of a mirror held to up to my life and thoughts. That mirror is not a full reflection of all sides of me, but what you see is true, and I won’t hide part of myself in order to present some narrative unity that doesn’t exist in real life. I am liberal, greatly so on some issues, yet a proud veteran. I am gay, I am a Christian, I believe most faith lives are valid. I love to read, I love technology, I love to watch bad television while I give myself facials. I love my family, and I love to be alone. I love to write, and I love to do everything but writing. I love junk food and fresh oysters, Jane Austen and People Magazine. I love to share myself on this blog, and I jealously protect the veil between my public and private life. I believe in the Resurrection, and I believe in the moment.

“Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself (I am large, I contain multitudes).”

My eyelids weigh a thousand pounds. I want to stay up longer and play, but I think it’s time to schedule my wake-up call and curl up with Vanity Fair. Thanks for reading. Safe dreams.

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