Recently I have been sorting my books, numbering the boxes. As I did this, I’d typed a list of the books in each box.

Whenever it’s too quiet for too long, I go check what’s up. Too late. I guess you could say a case of musical books happened. My boxes had been opened and sorted thru. Neat little piles – have to give him credit for that.

It was kind of sweet – when I arrived at the door, he looked up at me and said, “These aren’t my books.”

“No, Hon, they’re not. I’ll just put them in the boxes and put my name on – then you’ll know not to “bother” opening them.”

I hope.