Today I tackled another bookcase and one of the boxes of books I took to the used book store was full of coffee table books. This is always a bad idea because coffee table books are heavier than most and they’re also less likely to be taken by the used book store. I suppose if the coffee table books didn’t all say “National Geographic Society” or something else semi-pedestrian, they might be worth something, but really I was just adding to whatever workout I had at the gym by carrying these things around.

On the positive side, one of my dad’s lesser purchases (a bookcase that broke as soon as he started loading books onto it) is almost empty and just about ready to be taken to the dump. The cleaning of the house slowly progresses!