But the thing that's making me grin right now is the birthday present I bought myself. A book shelf. Or two, rather.
|About 20" across and three feet high.|
I stacked one on top of the other.
And why another bookshelf? Aside from the obvious, of course, that we are always running out of space for our books, despite annual culling. What about this bookshelf makes me giddy?
This will be our genre bookshelf. This is where all our mystery and fantasy and science fiction is going. Right into the dining room, to have equal pride of place with the theater books and our literary fiction.
Which then frees up the bookshelf in my study so my comic books and romance novels and paranormal mystery books can breathe. And I can see them and admire then and touch them. And love them.
And this means that all this week I get to handle books, sort them, rearrange them - which is absolutely one of my favorite things to do.
I'm excited just thinking about it.