Um, I might have a problem (I say to the choir).
Just the other day, I wrote a slice about blowing the dust off a book that I needed to help my granddaughter with her reading. Wow, was I glad I had that book.
That said, I still might have a problem.
I have bookshelves in nearly every room of the house, and I still have…well, I still have stacks. Not large stacks, but what I call working stacks. You know: I’m working with these, or these are what I’m currently reading.
The problem, you see, is that I don’t have room on the shelves should I not want to have working stacks in my house.
I looked in my shop this morning, and I have the wood I need to make more shelves.