At which point I would have to dearly resist the urge to whip out semaphore flags and wave them in the direction of the numerous signs which I had hung all over the shelves directing patrons to the new locations of the books. Honestly, are people really this unobservant? I actually had somebody ask me if we'd gotten rid of all those series books! And when I say that I hung signs, I mean big, colorful things with huge type-faces, not three-inch memos.

And then, of course, there was the fact that I was delivering this speech from a kneeling position, stopped in the middle of refilling the shelves with Young Adult books. It would have been painfully obvious to anybody who cared to take the time to see that there were Big Moves happening. And, of course, had they looked around, they might have seen that the series books had moved, literally, about ten feet from their original position. I could have reached from the old shelf and touched the new one.

Frustrated? Nah, not me. Anyway, I had bigger reasons to be frustrated; the old Young Adult shelves were much more numerous, and so I was having to do some real work in order to fit my books into their new home. Luckily, the library's having a book sale in a couple of weeks, so I didn't feel too horrible about getting rid of tons of the older ones. I tell you, though, I'll be mightily put out if, after all this, Boss-Zilla manages to finagle a deal wherein we're able to just move out and into warehouse space for the whole renovation. Yes, it'll be much more convenient than having to move back and forth around construction workers for a year, but I hate the thought of having to resort everything again...

It suddenly strikes me that I don't believe that I've written much about the building project. The library will be expanding hugely, beginning in the next week or so. We're going to build out from the existing structure, almost doubling the building in size and adding many more features, such as a big computer lab and a coffee bar. The community is gung-ho over it, and they've been breathing down our necks to get started ever since they passed a levy to give us the money last year. As for me, well, I may have to wear a hard-hat to work for many months; we won't be closing at all.

I'm really starting to worry about the Stubborn Old Broad. She's acting really tired these days - not nearly as active as she was when I first met her about eight months ago. She's also got a really nasty, hacking cough that never seems to get any better, and when she's not talking, she hums incessantly under her breath in a tuneless sort of way. I've been trying to get her drinks and such when I see that she's uncomfortable, but I'm really not sure what else I could do; she'll never actively admit that she's in serious discomfort. I hate to think that she might not be long for our company, but it might be denying the obvious to say otherwise.

How callous of me would it be to say that I hope to God that nothing happens to her during a Vacation Arts Class? I hate myself for even thinking about that. Forget I said anything.