Ran my two miles, coffee and prayers and fruit, then I think I’ll double my orisons at the church’s Morning Prayer service before I scour Abingdon for a packet of coffee filters. We anticipate another bookcase or two arriving.
[Later]
I meant four, four more bookcases, one of which is actual wood and as such not amenable to being hefted upstairs by one old geezer and his patient, younger, beautiful spouse. On one hand, this is great for diminishing the quantity of packed boxes in our living space. On the other, it entailed an active afternoon of a sort I had not expected. My phone thinks I’ve gone up or down thirteen flights of stairs, but I didn’t have my phone with me every time. The extra empty space is luscious, I could bathe in it, but I do look forward to the day that I don’t spend unpacking.