i just had lunch with someone who hates shakespeare and someone who can’t stand “detailed descriptions” in literature. sometimes i forget that not everyone loves books as much as i do.

and even as much as i love books, i hate moving books. i hate moving my humongous library; i hate watching chad and his new co-worker john struggle through carrying load after load of books. i mean, how will i deal with the guilt if one of them strains something?

after last night, almost all of our books are moved. they are now in a huge pile on the floor of our new living-room. i also did laundry during the “st:v” episode we had already seen.

it will be nice, someday, to go home and not have to do anything except lay on the bed in the sunshine, next to the cat.

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