I seem to be in one of those stretches where I can walk into a bookstore, spend about 20 minutes aimlessly wandering the shelves, and then walk away empty-handed. That so seldom happens to me that when it did happen twice again this morning it made me wonder what's going on. I've actually made six bookstore visits in a row without purchasing a single book, six visits that total up to maybe 90 minutes combined.
It's not like I don't have literally dozens of books in the house just crying out to be read, so I'm not particularly concerned that my stash is shrinking a little. It's more that I'm in some kind of a mood for which I can't peg the source or the cure. Maybe it's because all the visits were to three of the stores that have rejected me as a potential employee, leaving some kind of bad taste in my mouth. I hope that's not it because it's kind of childish if it is. Maybe I'll test that theory by going to a different store tomorrow, not one of my usuals, just to see what happens.