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Occasionally I understand why people drive. I just had a crazy guy on the bus yelling at me about how he was almost 50, and a Christian, and celibate by choice, not by chance, and he had just got out of the hospital, and he yelled because he can't hear and forgets that everyone else can't, and he's an ex-con who beat up a policeman and had sex with a dog, and he's looking for a wife, and he's heading for Lincoln Liquor Locker.

Today we went to story hour at the library for a third try. It went slightly better than last time, but not much. We still left early, and hung out in the kids section playing with puzzles. This was when I discovered that the library has free wireless, making it a near ideal place to go hang out. Too bad that story hour doesn't work better.

I discovered after we left and were quite a ways away that Leif had two puzzle pieces grasped in his hand. Oops.