We have moved! I can’t recall what I’ve read in the meantime, except that it was all excellent (I think); I will consult Goodreads and return with a report. I am reading an excellent novel now–Elizabeth Gaskell’s Wives and Daughters–which possesses one of my favourite first lines so far encountered: “To begin with the old rigamarole of childhood.” This line hints at the revelation that follows soon after–Gaskell was funny! Mary Barton and North and South did not prepare me for this; I’m in love.

Also, there are cracks in the new drywall on our ceilings; then there is the fact that the new dimmer switches for the dining room and living room heat up alarmingly if we dare to use them. In spite of this unexpected continuance of renovation hell, I still plan never to move ever again.

I have set up a library; it boasts lovely morning light, full and well organized bookcases (Mr. Trollope has an entire shelf to himself), and comfy chairs with pert red cushions. I foresee an acceleration of my reading as winter approaches.