Eight more boxes of books went down the road to the Goodwill bookstore in London today, and tomorrow one 80-cm bookcase will go to live with Serena the Fiddle, who has music all over her studio floor.

With any luck, a second bookcase will soon leave with Mary-Anne the Guitar, whose teenaged son is piling books on his bedroom floor.

Fortunately, the typical Mennonite family van — always black — is great for moving furniture or pretty well anything bigger than a breadbox and smaller than a Buick. I hope Serena is bringing at least her husband and, if I’m really lucky, another strong male person. Then I plan to wheedle them into moving all three bookcases to the garage.

But I’m done hauling boxes for quite a while. My back has had quite enough.