Return of bookcase blogging (without the bookcases)

Hooray! A burst of activity! The remaining old bookcases will all have departed by the end of today--either adopted (by an emeritus colleague) or donated (to the Presbyterians--I felt a surge of ecumenical sentiment coming on).  Even as I type, my handyman is sanding the floor in the library; the room should be all pretty by early next week, which is when (looks around, crosses fingers and toes) the new bookcases should arrive.

Unfortunately, also even as I type, there's an oak rolltop desk parked right in front of the bathroom door.  This is not an especially convenient place to stow a rolltop, I must say.  Meanwhile, neither Victoria nor Disraeli seem particularly appreciative of the sander-produced noises, although Vicki is handling the situation with reasonable aplomb.  (Disraeli is ensconced on top of one of the kitchen cabinets, looking glum.)