Old-man-itis...

Today went well. Not as fast as I'd like, but there is less to do so I'm not pushing it. I'm finding my back is not happy with me standing for 8 hours. Still, the books are smaller than I thought so I'm fitting far more into each box. And are some lovely ones...

This is from a job I did more than 3 years ago, which was fairly well-organized and clean. Today's library is another that's an exception to the rule of packing; it's in order and easy to deal with. Not even any dust. Not a great workspace, overall, but not the worst I've ever had to deal with.

I do love interacting with books. Like the psycho I am, I talk to them and ask them to help each other when dealing with one that's more fragile...and even let them know they're going to good homes. I also pay compliments or give sympathy when they haven't been cared for, in the past.

Had no time to really think about BA-4. Even after dinner. I was too tired and had other things that had to be done. Now I'm going to draw a nice hot bath and sit in it till I'm shriveled up like a prune.

And try to figure out how best to utilize the fine work being turned out by the woman I've hired for promoting my writing. I've been pretty neglectful in that. And am too dumb to work it out for myself so may ask her for input.

Gearing up for Halloween and Christmas...so I got the goods for everyone to give as gifts...