I crossed almost everything off my list yesterday...and even added a couple things that I accomplished so I could cross them off. (Somehow if I don't do that, I get to the end of the day and don't feel as if I've done anything.)

The one thing I didn't do was pull out the old magazines I plan to sell and then call the guy who buys them to set up an appointment. I do remember that they're not his preferred purchase (old movie magazines), but there are many years of Horticulture, so there is somewhat of a market.

Probably Archaeology and some film (not "movie") magazines, too.

Tom's dentist's office called early and rescheduled his denture followup to later this afternoon, so I was able to start dealing with the stacks of stuff on the bedroom floor. I was able to get over to the sagging built-in bookcase (the cause of all the piles on the floor) and better assess how to correct the situation. (Which will also deal with most of the books in those piles -- and encourage me to dispose of the others.) Still need to clear the way (and, fer-pete's-sake, keep it clear) to the closet...small bookcase...storage cubbyhole/linen closet. I need to figure out where is the best place to keep my 33+ 3-inch 3-ring binders with the chronological ephemera of Tom's and my life (and a defacto Press Room and sessions history) so I can easily work on them.

It's never done.

Linn