I'm way behind on web diaries. I have no clue what's happening with anyone. I'm too busy reading books, something portable that goes with me from train to lunch hour to sofa to bed. I've polished off a bunch of comics, the most recent Tony Hillerman, the second Harry Potter novel, reread a Lindsey Davis paperback which I finally replaced after admitting I have no idea where it's packed, and started on the third Harry Potter. I'm doing some thinking about where everything will go in the new house, and I can't figure out where to put our furniture.
Nothing suggests itself.
We've got a bed, three armchairs, a loveseat sofa, a dining table, a recliner, two chest of drawers, two desks, three small tables, and ten bookshelves. Many books will be packed up for good, or at least years. I've got heaps of art pottery and two wall-mounted shelves for them, but I don't know if I dare trust the lathe and plaster walls of our new house to something that heavy. I can't even count the number of framed paintings we own. It's going to be like solving a puzzle.