I can still hear the sound echoing in my ear….
CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK.
Santa 2.0 pounding aggressively on the keyboard. Single digits. He’s not fast. Maybe that’s a good thing. I wonder if he is writing a love letter?
Earlier, Santa 1.0 was arguing with the librarian about his internet use. A surgical mask covered part of his ratty beard.
What makes libraries so appealing to long, white bearded men and why are they so annoying?
My image of Santa has been tainted. Lucky it’s only May – plenty of time to forget the CLACK, CLACK, CLACK of the keys and surgical mask.
I went to the library to avoid distractions and write.
Now I’m sitting in the back of my car with my feet on the console and my laptop resting on my thighs.
It is blissfully silent.