A Pleasant Sunday Afternoon

[tamaranth]

While rain batters the windows, I have been sitting in front of the fire with the laptop, completing the book-catalogue. The last few boxes had been used to ship vanilla before they received my more recent non-fiction acquisitions, so they smelt glorious. Beethoven (Symphonies 7 & 8) on the stereo. Two little furry assistants who were, in the main, happy to curl up on the chair behind me, purring. (Memo to Self: do not place a heavy book on a black surface without checking that there isn't a disguised cat there.)

I have ~2200 books. (EDIT: and, aargh, the ones on the reference shelf in here).

There are books I will never read again: books I will never read at all.

I am aiming to get rid of a thousand (after which the remainder might actually fit, single-layered, on the available shelves).