I am content. My office is an office again, with a color that’s better than before and a use of shelf and floor that works better.
Out World Tuesday is my little office world. What we inherited with the house was a closet built around a closet so area that was wasted that could be shelves. And while we were at it the inner closet has a wall colour I liked better than the current so we got some to match that.
Notice that none are covered by book and paper sprawl. (That won’t last.)
I have a standing station again for back goodness. 3 chairs (1 for bears), 3 desks, 3 computers of various portabilities, and 9 shelves for 1 person. (No wonder I feel there isn’t enough of me to go around to all I want to do. I’m out of proportion.)
Shall we ask other impossible questions? Why don’t publishers put Dewy decimal numbers with bar codes? Poetry I can sort back into the alphabet except for the floppy heaven-help chapbooks. For a while I feared I was out of drawer space after all this but shift, shift and all the chapbooks have a home. Then there’s the postcard question. Why are ephemerals as treasured as tomes?
How to sort biographies? Not by title. I won’t remember. Not by author. Same. By subject? And what about historical fiction biographies? Is that novel, history or biography? (In the end, shelves together. They aren’t too many to skim.)
Before that? Hm, did not seem to take a before picture unless we go way back…
Quote: “The fact that logic cannot satisfy us awakens an almost insatiable hunger for the irrational.” ~ A.N. Wilson