Just finished Zoom choir practice. Weird, but I'm getting used to it.
According to my Fitbit, I climbed the stairs thirty-two times today, in aid of moving three bookcases' worth of history books up from the basement and hauling down Edmund's entire collection of Notable British Trials, popular and scholarly works about murder, mayhem and organized crime in North America and Europe, and thick tomes on legal theory, military justice, and the practice of criminal law in Canada. Edmund's sister-in-law Jan joined me for this extravaganza of effort, and we did in three hours what would otherwise have taken me anywhere up to a week, if I could have whipped myself into action at all.
I also moved five more two-metre-tall IKEA bookcases out of the old study, now guest bedroom, and into the ... Hmmm. What am I to call that space? The library? I guess that works. The hard part of that job was ducking each bookcase under the lintel of the door in the original east wall of the house that opens into the library, which is an extension on top of the garage. I'm rather proud of myself for figuring out how to do that.