MaJoC, you need a steel-bottomed chair, apparently. ;-) I've dug out boot socks this morning and plan to head over to the local shop to see if 1. they have the boot I want to try and 2. take me seriously as an older woman buying men's steel-toed work boots (will they try to change my mind to another type?) I've worn plenty of them over the years, the first pair were Red Wing, so comfortable, but probably lost in my travels (and they'd be over 50 years old now and possibly needing to be retired.)

Got a jury summons today. As much as I want to be a good citizen and serve on a jury, it never happens. I think the academic library background is a red flag for too many attorneys choosing jurors, it implies the ability to think critically, an apparent negative here in Texas. Very few of my library friends have ever been selected. Getting there is a pain in the ass, parking at a baseball field a mile north of the courthouse and catching the bus back downtown and clearing the security entrance. Sitting in a room full of people, and these days I will only do that wearing a mask, telegraphing another message to the room. Being over 65 I can decline, but I'll have to think about it.

The next book for the docent book club arrived, and it makes me want to cry. I often buy used books and this edition was published in 2024 and is already deaccessioned from a public library. They didn't give it much of a chance! (I don't know if it might be for a political reason, but perhaps a novel about art is too racy these days?)

Planning to do something other than listen to the turd who destroyed the White House tonight. We'd all be so much happier and healthier if he would go away (to prison, for example).