Anyway, this is where we're at. I'm trying to clear a lot of stuff out of my room so I can redecorate. I've bought bits and pieces already since I have my colourscheme in mind, but I don't feel like planning seriously until I know how much space I have to move furniture into during the paint/wallpaper-stripping phase.
Rem is trying to find a job here, with a view to moving in August. Transporting his books alone is... logistically interesting... but absolutely necessary. It's hard not to love someone who settles into a new place by arranging the books. It's probably what I'd do first, too... in fact, come to think of it, anytime I've been in hospital or on holiday, there's always been a very necessary stack of books next to the bed.
In the attempt to get rid of a lot of my own books (and Mum's), I've been doing a lot of BookCrossing. Twenty-four books released in the wild this week alone... somewhat mitigated by getting eight in trade at an international meetup, and buying nine more between us in charity shops. Oh dear...
