First, here is the bookshelf we made in the back room. It looks quite good doesn't it. Only a very few degrees off complete straightness, and pleasingly cheap. As in, less than a new pair of shoes. It is the correct shade of brown for the rumpus room. And best of all it holds books.
The shelves have no back and behind them is an unplastered brick wall. (It's double brick in this part of the house.) I hope this isn't bad for the books. I was stroking an item in my collection of Mansfield Parks (see the shelf with the lamp on it, those books are all Mansfield Parks) and it felt like perhaps it was a bit damp. I could have been imagining it. Maybe I'll move the worth-preserving books to a different shelf somewhere else where the cold air doesn't trickle down from the ceiling.
I am working at home a lot at the moment. It's easier. And while I do have a perfectly good study with comfortable chair and big desk, I had to move to the kitchen table today because the desk is not actually big enough to accommodate all my crap plus two cats who seem to be especially interested in the arcane procedures by which end-of-semester grades are calculated. It was easier to move than to keep pushing them off again and again.
Coming up next: a video of chickens grovelling in filth. Never say this blog does not address the burning issues of our day.