Didn't write on Tuesday because I took a family illness day to help care for Patricia, who was sick. Much better today.
I have got a few comments about Monday's blog post, in which I commented about some downtown Halifax businesses that are coming and going. I think I will continue this series.
I may also revive some long-dormant series on the blog. The YearinReview series needs to be caught up on, since the last year I covered was 2012. The series about things in Halifax that don't make sense should come back, as there are several things that don't make sense in Halifax. And I'm sure there are other things I can write about. But not tonight.
As I think I have mentioned, repeatedly, I am throwing out a lot of old books and magazines. Two full bags of books went out with the recycling on Tuesday. Eventually I want to be able to have everything I'm gonna keep, in this here home office. And that will mean sorting them to be in some kind of retrievable order. I mean, is there any reason why my Ed McBain 87th Precinct series in paperback should not be in proper order (by publication date, natch)? How about my Doc Savage paperback reprints published over the course of many years? The Avenger 1940's reprints (although the last 12 were new books written by Ron Goulart) should all be in one place. I have so many Max Allan Collins novels that they won't fit on one shelf, so I will have to put the overage on another shelf. I have most of the Repairman Jack novels by F. Paul Wilson on one shelf, but I don't have the later ones in the series, and they may spill over to another shelf. You have no idea how much stress this stuff causes me! I try to keep all my local history books in one place, but I have misplaced a few.
And my hardcovers. My goodness, what about them? Sort them by author? Genre? Segregate fiction and non-fiction?
Anyway, I start thinking about this stuff, and I start to hyperventilate. If I drank wine, I would have some right about now.
I think I will turn in, my lovelies. See you tomorrow.