D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

[weofodthignen]

Last week I had to try to read some of a lovely huge book on Berlin newspapers that I had out on interlibrary loan before it had to go back. It's a massive thing, stuffed with facsimile inserts in pockets to give it extra girth. One night I was eating lunch at work, shoveling rice into my face while peering at the text, when a large fat-legged spider plopped out of the spine, lowered itself to the floor, and scuttled off across the carpet. I really hope it had plopped in the other side earlier in the evening, also at work, and that I hadn't been ferrying it around on the bus or picked it up at 7-11 when I got my coffee.