smells of book dust

Another day that leaves my nose coated in book dust. I work in a library three days a week, and the best part about it is going for book hunts and finding the really old ones. The giant books filled with newpapers from 1860 that cough dust onto my work clothes and leave my hands feeling like I am 96.
Today I didn't get to find the ancient books. The oldest was published in 1992, younger than me. Mostly I passed out plastic rectangles to people for study rooms, ate a brownie with marshmallow, and talked about silk pajamas. My opinion, no good on silk pajamas, they look and feel slimy.