unpacking

I just unpacked two boxes of books (and old sf magazines), and one box of assorted stuff that I opened thinking it contained books. I have some energy left, but I am saving it to go visit adrian_turtle.

This feels as though cattitude did the hard part, namely reassembling bookcases a week or two ago. It's a little odd to have the energy to do this, suddenly, while simultaneously being depressed: a few hours ago I was having trouble finding the activation energy to make toast. But now there are three fewer moving boxes in our dining room.

Many of those old magazines were given to me, decades ago, by my parents' friend Al--who is also the source of my very useful rice pilaf recipe. Once upon a time, he taught me to use a mimeograph, and my parents got our dog from his family, after their dog had puppies. That's a pretty good set of things about a person.