I'm doing a bunch of paper archaeology in my home office today, during a rainy afternoon and evening in Minnesota, in preparation for a succession of guests who will be staying with us.
I think this will be the second time someone has slept in the room since the covid pandemic began, and in the other instance, I made a layer of things on the floor before lowering the Murphy bed over it.
This time I'm going through everything, including things from Daughter Number-Three-Point-One's childhood that have been tucked into a built-in cupboard for a few decades. Discarding some of that makes more room for other things I probably shouldn't be keeping.
There are still too many books, too. Where can they all go?
Upstairs.
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