Last night, after an especially hectic day at work, I spent two HOURS sorting out my ever-expanding To Be Read queue.
I've now got a series of neat piles -- one on the bedside table, one on my dresser and about six on the top shelf of my built-in-robe -- ready to work my way through over the next, say, two-dozen years! And everything's been entered onto a spreadsheet just so I can keep track of what lies in wait.
(I won't even mention the 150-odd books in storage because, to be frank, they're currently out of sight though not necessarily out of mind.)
This is all very geeky of me, isn't it?
Shhhhh. Don't tell anyone.
