As an officially unemployed person, my main job is of course to get a job. And I spend time each day trying to do just that. Something will eventually come along, so I'm not especially worried.
In the meantime, I'm able to engage in household chores, do a little yardwork, and even indulge in some leisure activities that never seem to fit into my daily schedule when I'm working.
An example of the latter is reading.
I have always called myself a reader, which would be fine if it weren't for the fact that I haven't done that much actual reading over the past, oh, say 30 years. I like to read, I want to read. I've just not elected to make the time for it since my college years.
Oh, I've read several books in the intervening decades, but it's not the regular sort of pastime I would like it to be.
In particular, I like to read my World War I books. I've checked several of those off my list over time, but there are still many more in the "planning to read" column than there are in the "been there, read that" column.
A good number of these books I own, but others I get from our excellent public library here in Wickliffe.
There is essentially one small section of Great War books at the Wickliffe Public Library, as shown here:
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