RUTHLESS in Postcards 4

I confess. I read a lot of mysteries. New authors poke their way into my consciousness often….unfortunately. Yes, I have a lot of bookcases, but the one behind the bed is home to the mysteries. They have overfilled their space.

Yesterday I moved two and a half shelves of history and biography books, there on the end, downstairs. Yes, I wiped down all the books. Yes, got those shelves clean too.

Downstairs, I discarded all the very old, high acid science fiction books. The E Cadell books got a shelf of their own as did the DE Stevenson volumes. Now there was room for the books from upstairs. Didn’t you really want to know all this?

I killed lots of dust bunnies. Ruthless me. Cleaned shelves. Parted with bags of once loved books. Cathartic.
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• Himself: At work at six so he can go to the doctor’s office with me this morning. Dear Man.
• Herself: GP Doc…the follow up visit.
• Reading: Nothing at the moment.
• Gratitude’s: That there is progress.