I'm dreaming bookcases.

Our friend Roger came by tonight with a sketch of how our built-ins might look. I was ecstatic to see a dream on paper. He's really talented--an architect--who can always dream a way to make it better. We joke about that. (It always costs more money, that way, he says.)

While our bookcases aren't seasick like these, they are rather stuffed. And then there's the 16 boxes of books in the garage.

I'd better edit the collection.