I have a problem. I’m fully willing to admit I have a problem. I will not even pretend that I can stop anytime I want. I’m addicted to buying books.
As a result of my addiction, my bookshelves tend to fill up pretty quickly, so I spent the past weekend assembling four new bookshelves. For comparison purposes, here are the old shelves, full to over-flowing.
…and get your very own genuine, bonafide, electrified velocipede! Electric Velocipede #19 is now available for sale. Thanks to Jeff for pointing this out to me!
If you still need convincing (say, for some reason, my string of random adjectives did not seal the deal), you can read reviews of the issue here and here.
Last night, happily ensconced against the last of the snowstorm, I finished reading Caitlin R. Kiernan’s The Red Tree. It’s been a long time since I’ve been so affected by a horror story. I started off being lukewarm on the book; by the end, I couldn’t put it down.
Well, Pennsylvania has effectively proved me. On top of Saturday’s storm, which lasted roughly twenty hours, today brings us twenty-one hours and counting. The wet snow that started around 7pm yesterday has been replaced by dry, light snow. There’s wind, and I saw a few downed tree branches this time around, but thus far we don’t appear to be in danger of losing power.
My place of work pretty much gave up any pretense and told us all yesterday, around 2pm, to take the day off today. The same appears to be true of most of my neighbors as many of them were decidedly not at work, but out shoveling their driveways earlier. Knowing in advance that I didn’t have to go anywhere was definitely a bonus this time around.
I have to hand it to Pennsylvania; the state has managed to produce two significant snowstorms this year, and a smattering of smaller snowfalls in-between. It’s almost like being back in Canada.
All week leading up to the storm, I was skeptical, but it ended up snowing for almost 20 hours straight. The result: everything is silent and beautiful, cars are buried, my event at work was canceled, and I haven’t changed out of my pajamas all day. I have no regrets.
Earlier, I used a rather unconventional method to measure the total snowfall - a very short dog.
The official accumulation stands somewhere between mid-ear and way over his head.