The Poway Community Library was recently remodeled, which means that it had reliable wifi, all kinds of cute little seating areas and a whole hell of a lot of preschoolers doing what preschoolers generally do: run everywhere, break the sound barrier and just pretty much annoy everyone around them. I know it may have been premature to say at 17 years old that my uterus was going to remain unoccupied for the rest of my life, but some decisions just make themselves.
But yes. The library. One thing is now had going for it was a cool open courtyard with a bunch of tables and chairs set in the shade. This was important when you were living 20 miles inland in a desert. Out here you could still hear the echoes of the screams, but at least you weren’t totally subject to the screams themselves. It’s kind of chaos once removed. Once removed isn’t such a bad place to be. It’s actually where I prefer to hang out, rather than in the center of things. You can be seen in the center. Seen, summed up and judged.