All I can say for now is that I’m a bit buried in one of the things I love most. They’re everywhere, I tell you. But this is what happens when you get the bright idea to move this shelf over here and that shelf over there…and all those shelves are full of books.
Of course, I’m not quite finished yet and there is entirely way too much white space on that one wall. But I’m getting there, and when we’re finished…
seven of the eight shelves of books will be in the same room. I know, I know–that’s a lot of books, and I should get a library card. I’ve heard all that before.
I have a possession problem.