...who makes sure I'm up for the sunrise...
I've been on a book de-accessioning tear these past few days. Five large boxes are waiting to be taken to the library book sale. (Five have already gone.)I'm thinking of my kids and the massive sorting they will eventually be faced with--so I'm getting rid of books I don't think they would want and I know I'll never re-read. I've done the shelves in the living room and in the hall and in my bedroom. That leaves my workroom and the bookshelves in the other upstairs. (John's study is bursting with books but that's not my concern.)Onward
