Books Books Books Books!

So yesterday was lots of running around doing errands and housecleaning. Someday this domicile might be fit for formal company. (Friends... well, I trust my friends will forgive me for being a wee bit slovenly.) Among other things, last night Wonderful Husband and I finished rearranging the living room to incorporate his new exercycle. This involved moving the china cabinet about a foot to one side, then moving a bookcase full of books into the space formerly held by the china cabinet. The rule of moving pieces of furniture with delicate (china) or heavy (books) items in them is to remove the items first. So at the moment the china cabinet is cleaned, dusted, and everything back inside, better organized than it was before. The books? Weeeeeell, the books are kind of still all over the living and dining rooms, though I've taken a stab at getting some of them organized and started to put 'em back on the shelves.

The upshot of this is: we have two sets of the Harry Potter books, one British and one American. Though I like the American covers better, the British take up less space and aren't reworded in the earlier books. Therefore, if anyone would like a set of hardback Harry Potter books, with dust jackets and in mint condition, drop me a comment. We also have a second copy of the British edition of the last book, hardback, adult cover, similarly in mint conditon....

Mrmphgl.

See, the problem with cleaning out my backpack (yes, despite being 31 and several years graduated from college I still carry a backpack... my mother gave me a small, cute brown faux-leather one so I actually don't look that childish) while desperately searching for that missing skein of embroidery floss means that my backpack is actually clean. As in, does not have any books in it for me to read.

(It also no longer has a quilting pin just waiting to damage someone, likely me, who sticks their hand in, but that's another matter.)

I'm spending my lunch break updating my planner. This is kind of depressing.