A little elf named Choo gave me the entire set of Little House on the Prairie books last night because at one point I told her how much I loved those books when I was a kid. Choo keeps stuff like that in mind when she hits the secondhand stores. It's a lovely trait.
I really did love those books. After Charlotte's Web, they were the first novels I read, and I'd read the series straight through probably ten times by the time I hit fourth grade. I even boycotted the TV show; I thought it was an abomination because it wasn't true to the books. So I read one of them again last night, and wasn't surprised that I remembered almost every word.
Other than that nice little thing, there isn't much else going on tonight. I feel very impatient tonight, but because I'm not waiting for anything in particular, my impatience is making me feel anxious and irritable. I wish something would hurry up and happen.