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The week has been mostly okay, or at least not particularly (not okay), but with occasional nostalgia attacks and nostalgic rabbit-holes. Unpacking boxes of books can do that, apparently. Especially when one box contains mostly the contents of my TBR shelf, and another some of the old favorites dating back to my parents' house in Connecticut, and their Heritage Press subscription. No idea what I'm doing with two copies of the NESFA Press edition of The Rediscovery of Man, though. But since I have all of Cordwainer Smith's short fiction in digital form, I don't need to have multiple dead tree editions taking up shelf space.

Do I? Many of those editions have memories associated with them. Maybe I should write some of their stories before I put (some of) them into boxes to go back to storage. I should certainly inventory them. Of course, the same goes for the boxes of assorted memorabilia, which won't all fit in the curio cabinet that we have yet to put together. How am I supposed to decide what to do with the things I'm unlikely ever to use again, but can't bear to part with?

The unpacking was, of course, enabled by N and I having finished putting up the four bookcases in the living room. A 78cm shelf roughly corresponds to the contents of a loaded 16" moving box or banker's box. It's not all going to fit, even after the serious culling before this and the previous moves. I mean, books! I'm a firm believer in the maxim that "there is no such thing as too many books, only not enough bookshelves." As, I would expect, are most of my readers.

Also, my birthday was Thursday, and Colleen's is today. I wrote about Colleen's yesterday, and combined writing about mine with Thankful Thursday. I might be just a bit confuzzled.

In the links, you ought to read How to Use Signal Encrypted Messaging, if you're not using it already. You ought to read Leopards eating faces, if you haven't heard that phrase before, or been puzzled by its meaning.

( Notes & links, as usual )