I wasn't going to write today. I excused myself from it for "health" reasons. Still, I snuck over to the library this evening to see if I could squeeze in some half-hearted writing before it closed. Instead, I ended up perusing the children's section for some good books. I'll be going home tonight with The secret garden and Mr. Popper's penguins, and I figure these will be more therapeutic for me than writing much today.