I admit, I'm tired too. The boxes my Dad was sending to us arrived today, so I helped our postman unload them all and got them into the house. Then we started going through all twenty-seven boxes. That's a lot of CDs, DVD, and books! Some immediately went to the basement (meaning, I got to carry them down), and others are being stocked on our shelves. Right now, my bed is covered with books, waiting to get organized. There's room enough for Marty, who is napping quite comfortably, but not for me. (Hey, an Ira G. ref!)
Of course, all of this reshelving would have gone a lot faster if we hadn't gone up to Dover for some shopping, and then over to Der Brucer's daughter's to deliver some things she wanted us to pick up. We hadn't planned on staying there too late, since she was with the older lad at Cub Scouts, but while der B and the son-in-law were talking, she called and insisted that he stay because "the older lad wanted him to." Yeah, right, they got back from Cub Scouts fifteen minutes later, the lad dashed over to watch TV, and she chewed her father's ear off for another hour.
So we got home late, both a little too tired to do much more work. But I have to get some done, or I'll never find my bed again!
