There must be some cosmic force at work. I've spent two or three hours today getting a lot of fiction back on the shelves, identifying duplicates and putting them in a recycling pile, pulling out books I never expect to reread so that chorale can decide if she wants them on her shelves, and getting some more books actually shelved instead of piled on other books. Between that and turning our vinyl into AAC files, we may eventually have room enough to swing a cat. Not that our cats would actually approve of such a project. . . .