Adam, picking up the new Greg Rucka: "How was this?"
Me: "I... don't know? I haven't read it yet."
Adam: "Oh. I just assumed that the one on the shelf was the one I picked up for you."
Me: "...you brought that home on Saturday, Adam."
Adam: "Your point is?"
Me: "Hm. Yeah okay."
(I had already finished another of the books he'd brought home Saturday. But I prioritized that one because he said he wanted to read it too, and it has a hold on it and is thus not renewable.)
Me, evaluating my selections: "This looks reasonable."
Me: "What?! Five books. That'll last me a week."
Adam: "No, it won't. Not the whole week."
Me: "Well, I already have four library books at home."
Adam: "That might hold you."
...what I should have said is that since we're going to the museum tomorrow, and today is already Tuesday, five books may well last me until the end of this week.
When I checked the books and pass out, the librarian looked at my account and asked, "Do you have a book to pick up?"
"Oh. Usually, yes. I use the inter-library loan pretty constantly."
She looked again. "I can see that!"
I have fifteen items on request right now. The maximum is twenty. Y'all can figure out why I know that.
(So ten books right now.)
(I do not have a Book Problem any more than I have a Yarn Problem.)
(I am going to go take my nighttime meds and read.)