Missives from the 6th Floor

Books? Seattle and Kitsap county have great libraries, thanks, and one day I hope to download content from the great library in the sky to a book of e-ink pages with some smarts (and wireless) in the spine.

Movies? Netflix has me covered, and eventually someone will do an on-demand service that doesn't suck.

CDs? Yea, well, those I keep. I wish I could say "don' t need 'em, got Rhapsody" but it's just not there yet.

And wine. Probably more than a person needs, but there is is.

So Dawnise and I did a pass over our library and have a sizable stack of books waiting to go to a local used bookstore, and whatever they don't want goes to the library for one of their semi-regular book sales.

The futon in the guest room is past it's prime - we were going to replace it with either another futon or a convertible sofa, so we've decided to ditch the futon sooner than later (there's a lady coming by this afternoon to potentially take it off our hands) and replace it, temporarily, with an Aerobed.

We've got two bits left of the unfinished pine furniture we bought when we first moved in together - a corner cabinet and a pie rack (currently acting as the "bar"). The corner cabinet' s going to go as soon as we figure out if the stuff in it stays or goes into storage.

All this divesting of possessions causes Dawnise no small amount of stress. I have to say she's handling it pretty well so far.