But now, for a brief instant, I am wallowing in the joy of empty shelves. I have places for my cookbooks, for the piles of books sitting in the living room, the dining room, the ....well, you get the idea. I'm a happy girl.
On a totally unrelated note, we've decided that adding the third cat has increased the amount of random cat hair geometrically, if not exponentially. Especially when the added cat is a long haired, fluffy hairball who has no guilt at leaving lots of long, soft white fur in her wake.
Visited with my parents last night. They seem to be getting used to the idea of living with my niece. My mom's still wanting to be able to live independently. I'm not really sure that that will ever happen again. It's got to be hard for her, not having the same choices she's always had. But she's looking better, even though she's tired, and her broken rib pains her.
Okay, time to get back to work. I really need to have longer weekends. I have more fun doing things at home than I do at work. And at work, I don't have a sweetie to smooch every so often. So, I'm going to smooch my sweetie and get busy. (or is that get busy and smooch my sweetie?)