Happy: Finally bought a bookshelf and was finally able to rescue a box of books from storage. Earlier this year I sorted some of my books by genre, so I grabbed one of the poetry boxes and am now surrounded by many books I sort of forgot I owned, such as Erica Hunt's Local History, Nathalie Stephens' somewhere running, Dennis Cooley's Bloody Jack, Susan Holbrook's misled, Dionne Brand's No Language is Neutral, Robert Kroetsch's Hornbooks of Rita K, Steve McCaffrey's Seven Pages Missing and on and on...

Even happier: The bookshelf is one of those big square IKEA ones that can probably fit another two boxes' worth of books at least...