I am, as of today, convinced that the book drop slots provided by the library are actually NOT for books, but are actually self-amputation encouragement devices.

Yes, I hurt my middle finger... again.

FAIL.

However, I did bring home three more Bill Bryson books, found a WWII ration book in a box of songbooks from Dan's grandma, and am the happy Keeper of the Army Uniform belonging to Dan's grandpa.

WIN.