Coming clean: Slow

A few comments mid-way, because de-cluttering is lonely work and writing, or should I say bitching, is more fun:

1. I have a lot of books.
2. They are heavy.
3. My back will make me pay for this later. 
4. My husband just called to say he's going to drop in to pick something up. Dilemma. Drop everything and get semi-nude. Or go like mad and surprise him with my progress. Seeing as my nose won't stop dripping, and he is in the middle of his workday, and, oh yeah, I'm trying to accomplish something here, I'm going to keep at it. Sheesh.