After a certain age, time just drizzles down upon your head like rain in the month of March: you’re always surprised at how much of it can accumulate, and how fast. – Elizabeth Gilbert, City of Girls

Now is the month of Germinal in the Republican calendar: the month of hyacinth, and bees, and violet, and primrose. It is also the windy month; the month of new beginnings, and I have never felt it so strongly as I feel it now: that sense of possibility; that irresistible lightness. – Joanne Harris, The Strawberry Thief.

Ok, even I have to admit that this past February was actually a nice month. This time. This year. But know I really do hate February. For personal reasons. And now, here we are in March. A big sigh and a happy face.

The I Hate February sale was awesome. A lot of books were carried out. Armloads, bags and boxes. Everyone seemed happy with their purchases as well as me. Now it’s time to ready the store by reorganizing shelves, corners, stacks and all. I am taking a break accepting books. I think used bookstores need to do that once in a while and now is a good time especially after the sale. You know, restock shelves, go through inventory, pull out books from the storage area. Re-alphabetize sections as needed. Dust. Make things look good.

I’m currently toying with the idea of taking a week off at the end of March. The last week. I’ve taking a few days off here and there but not a full week and I think I need to. To get my head together. Take a pause. Breathe. I’ll make a firm decision in a few days and post it.

Books are the treasured wealth of the world and the fit inheritance of generations and nations. Books, the oldest and the best, stand naturally and rightfully on the shelves of every cottage. – Henry David Thoreau, Walden