I'm at the library. This is my first blog from the library. I just wanted to remark upon the futility of being thirteen. I'm almost sure futility isn't the right word, but I'm tired and can't think of a better one. Anyway, I am no longer thirteen, so I can look back upon the age with some degree of superiority. I have been used to look on my thirteenth year as one of my happiest ones ever, but now I see that while that may well be the case it was probably only because I was ignorant. My sister is turning fourteen next week. I think it's a good thing, because she has been thirteen quite long enough.