Operation Book Purge
Dave tells me Box of Books No. 2 has arrived in California for safe keeping. And I finally shed the two or so boxes of books I had left. They're gone. All of them. My most treasured are in Australia, followed by the second-tier (read: ones I could live without looking at so I wouldn't have to pay upwards of $500 to have them shipped), which are with Dave. And it's all good.
People strolling past my apartment on a recent sunny Park Slope day had the opportunity to stop and browse. And take if they were so moved. And I received one of the highest compliments I've ever received: "You have a good collection here." Nice.
In 24 hours I'll be typing away on my first NaNoWriMo page. I just checked and my goal is to write six-and-a-half double-spaced pages a day, so I can finish by the time Meredith gets here on the 26th. Jesus Christ.