I woke up to this…

On the same day I came home to this…

That first one is the bookshelf my father built me. Collapsing under the weight of my book addiction.

The second is a delivery by my dealer.

In my defense, that delivery was funded by Fall Risk. For my birthday.

I’m surrounded by enablers.

Meanwhile, my to be read table looked like this two weeks ago.

Today it looks like this…

I don’t seem to be making any headway.

My mother and daughter in law are making plans for an intervention. Which apparently just involves coming and taking all of my books.

Or the ones they find interesting, anyway.

While also yelling at me to GET A LIBRARY CARD!

I have three…

It’s ok though. I’m in therapy now. At least for the five sessions my company’s EAP will pay for.

I’m sure that’s plenty of time to work through all my issues that turned me into a knowledge and sci-fi hoarder.