I was rather hoping that I had a three day weekend. I didn't. It happens. Instead, I worked my regular closing shift. It happens. Today was a little different though. Instead of the usual quiet Tuesday night, we had Henry Winkler and Lin Oliver, authors of the Here's Hank! books. We also had a huge crowd: kids, parents, teachers, fans. It was a lot. Everybody was excited. Everybody was awfully nice. Everybody was still there when I finally had to punch out and go at 8PM. (I've been slipping into a little overtime lately, just by inattention. Oops.)
It was the kind of event that makes me a little antsy anyway -- I'm not a great one for crowds and kids and crowds of kids -- but it was lovely seeing such a happy group, and two people who make kids' books that also do a great deal of good in the world. The hero of the books is Hank, a bright, funny little boy who happens, like Winkler, to be dyslexic. The message was a great one, the authors were gracious, it was all good.
And I was happy to get home.
Well done, everybody. Me? I had to come home, clean the kitchen and read a little Balzac before bed. Restores the equilibrium, does reading Balzac.