I found some marvelous books today that I actually have the delusion that I will find the time to read. It's a strange thing about books. To me, anyway, they seem to have a life and an arcane existence all their own. Even computer books seem to have these characteristics, well, some of them, at least. A room with out books truly is like a body without a soul.

In other news, I find it amazing that (generally speaking) as the size of an organization or company increases, their overall quality tends to decrease. For example: Weekend before last, I had the honor of standing up in the wedding of a friend and associate of mine. The experience was interesting and some of it was even rather nice. I acquired the rental tuxedo at a small business on the east side of town. The proprietor is a very well mannered individual who genuinely seems to care about his service and his products. While I was trying on the tux, I heard him explaining to a young lady that no matter how much money she spent on a suit for her father, unless he had exact measurements, the suit would probably not look very good on him. Conversely, today (well, yesterday at this point), I had the misfortune to acquire a tuxedo at a different establishment. This establishment is much larger having off the rack wedding dresses, etc. Not only was their rental price for the tux more (even with the subsidy my friend and associate implemented) but the service was far from the quality I had received from the smaller establishment. The people seemed rushed and, in turn, attempted to rush me. The fit of the tux is barely satisfactory and even after I pointed out the fact that the vest is too big for me, even on the smallest adjustment, they just shrugged and went to help someone else. While at the smaller establishment, I happened to notice that two stitches were broken on the inner cuff of the jacket. Although this would not have shown in any but the most scrutinizing examination, the proprietor had me remove the jacket and had it repaired along with my shirt and pants being re-pressed. (What did the old peasant shirt say at the dry-cleaners? Help, help, I'm being repressed.) (And I'm not old. :-) ) Well, I'll get off my soapbox now. It's late or early, depending on your perspective, and there's much to be done today. Sleep IS for tortoises, but I fear I may be growing a shell.