Four books in the hand is worth three at the Bush gig (possibly)

The charity stores in my area are becoming increasingly picky about donated books. Sometimes they only take them in perfect (i.e. unread) condition. Sometimes they simply won't accept any. For a change, I lugged a pile of tomes I wanted to offload to a book nook inside a nearby shopping centre. I'm so glad I did! The spot was alive with users. One person was scouring the shelves and had four novels under their arm. Another was contentedly reading in a comfy chair. Two more patrons arrived, talking excitedly, while I was there. I'll definitely be returning to the nook with more choice titles.

Tomorrow, I'm going to a Kate Bush tribute show with JS and SS. Because I socialise so rarely post-Pandemic, it's fair to say I'm feeling trepidation. The outing will also involve a long drive - two long drives, actually - and finding a feed in an unfamiliar suburb. I KNOW it will be enjoyable and memorable and good for me. However, a small part of my brain is wishing I could stay home, eat fish'n'chips and watch the footy on TV instead. There was a time when I was out most nights...movies, gigs, launches, lectures, sporting events, pubbing, clubbing, restaurant-ing. Covid made me a shut-in.