Hey, 52 was my number in football!
Spent today cleaning and reorganizing for the most part. Put up new shelves downstairs for additional books. I’m taking a great deal of pride and pleasure from the sheer volume of books in this house. Is that wrong? I mean, attachment to material possessions isn’t a good thing, right, but books are different … aren’t they?
Good books, I mean? And educational ones? And some that are twisted and scary but well written? And some I just like?