I slept in this morning — to 7:00 am. 😯 This exercise thing is stealing my sleep-in! Colour me rather disgruntled.
I have spent the last few days watching episodes of Firefly. I now have a head full of dialogue snippets and a desire to watch Serenity again. Which is most frustrating, said movie not having been released to DVD yet. (It hasn't, has it?)
Jayne: We was just about to spring into action, Cap'n.
Wash: I was gonna watch. It was very exciting.
I am therefore taking out my frustration on my bookshelves. Slowly but surely, one mini-cull at a time, I am ridding myself of books. This is new for me. (My family reading this may very possibly believe I have been kidnapped and this is some strange code to get them the message.) It's mostly fiction books I'm culling, because non-fiction is Reference, and Reference is Holy. (And because I don't actually have that many non-fiction. Unless you count the chemical engineering texts that funded the Co-Op Bookshop during my university years.) Whereas fiction relies on re-reading to justify shelf-space.
Of course, the mini-culls have so far only resulted in removing books from shelves and stacking them not-quite-out-of-the-way on the floor in preparation for a move to the car. And there has been something of a stack there for, oh, couple of months now. So it's not like I'm hurrying at all.
Mal: Well, look at this! Appears we got here just in the nick of time. What does that make us?
Zoe: Big damn heroes, sir.
Mal: Ain't we just.