Gracious, what a haul I've made. I love museum book sales. They have no idea the treasures they have, and I've little guilt about lightening them. The books were enough of a bargain--and then we saw the records.

I nearly wept, but that would have obscured my view of them, and allowed someone else to grab my Preciouses. They are now safely stored in the proverbial cool, dry place, to be enjoyed at my leisure.

Of course, this means we need a turn-table, but that is a technicality which will shortly be remedied.