About twice a month –– almost always on a Sunday –– Oona and I walk to the library. We make an afternoon of it. She's always excited to go.
Today we did the same, bundled up under the dazzling winter sun. But the library was closed. Closed, the sign read, for both Sunday and Monday (Family Day). I wanted to leave my own note:
Dear Library,
You can be closed for Sunday.
You can be closed for Monday.
You cannot be closed for both.
Try to be fucking relevant,
Postscript: The story had a happy ending for Oona, who got to go to Menchie's.For the people who still love you.