Back to work after a week of calling in sick or going in for just a couple hours, I tromp down to the Gold Room by the incoming bay to grab my carts of books for the morning shelving session, and blink [sexy i dream of jeanie magic head bop] there it is. The Pacific Northwest Reader all stacked up pretty on my cart. And on the other side of the cart is a stack of Portland Noirs for the bestseller display. What a nice day. I told Stephen we'd have to celebrate with champagne cocktails infused with Nyquil.