So It' almost 3 a.m. and I'm still awake. What's on my mind at this time of night you may ask?
The huge bunch of books I have stored throughout my house. I have shelves, I have piles, I have boxes and hidey holes. All full of books, both read and unread. I fear that someday they will find my poor dessicated body covered by a collapsed pile of books, bookmark clenched between my teeth.
I must state for the record that I am not a book hoarder, I do try to find them all new homes as soon as I finish reading them. I have been a member of PaperbackSwap.com for many years and send out several almost every week. And yet there are book on my shelf that have just sat there for years with no one wanting them. So I have added BookMooch to my addiction. And now I have already been able to find homes for several of those books no one seemed to want.
So slowly the piles will diminish, at least until the batch I ordered shows up.
This week has sucked major balls. Husband in car wreck thanks to a shitty Tampa driver texting & not paying attention, Cat having shit fits every night ...