Books

They’re everywhere. I’m being overtaken by them. One entire wall of CasaMinimus is floor to ceiling bookshelves and there’s long since been no vacancy therein.

They’ve been under chairs and underfoot.

Propped up randomly.

And in some cases, preening chronologically.

Desperate times call for desperate measures so we now have books in the kitchen. Shut up.

So I bought these really neat book cases in an attempt to house the refugee books that found no room at the Floor to Ceiling Inn.

But we now have a space problem that even additional book cases can’t really mend. So we’ve got books in the bedroom.

There's still enough room for a few peeps to come over. Small peeps mostly. Wanna come over and see my etchings?

Or perhaps you'd be more interested in my monkey?

Onward…Philly Burbs and Boston this week.

ADG II. Reading.