Domino effect

I got paid on Friday! This means that my life has, this weekend, been trundled back on track, after the Great Refrigerator Catastrophe and The Long-Delayed Bookcase Purchase, and today, my one day off in the week, has seen much labor, so that now I have cold things again, and my fiction is at last completely unpacked, although it is all so out-of-order that I don't know how long I'll be able to resist, like, color-coding everything, or at least quasi-alphabetizing (I say quasi because as you may know, it is hard to alphabetize properly when the books are stacked horizontally and vertically because every square inch of shelf space is required).

That was one long sentence, right there. O_o

One thing I've been wondering is what on earth ever happened to my first volume of The Sandman. I couldn't find it after I moved, but I just assumed that it was in one of the dozen or so boxes of fiction that were in storage. But. All the fiction has been unpacked! And it is still gone! And since I bought it several years ago, the edition I have has been supplanted by a new printing with a different cover! And if I buy a replacement new, this one won't match the others. And trust me, I am not the sort of person who can stand for that. That one unmatched volume will eat away at me until I am nothing but a shriveled wreck of my former robust self. I will be like Miss Havisham, my soul curdled by my losses. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not. Almost.

But you know, that's what half.com is for, right? Again I ask you: what did we do before The Internet? We just lived in despair, wallowing in our own incompetences and failures, that's what.

 

Observation at bedtime:

Life can be so surprisingly nice sometimes.