Another long day...

I keep pushing myself, physically, even if I do move about slowly. I took a one-hour nap around lunch time, so I should not have too much of a problem falling asleep tonight.

The garage at the Webster house is in the mostly-gone-through-stuff stage. I am picking through books to find ones I think I'd like to hold onto, along with books that are of sentimental value (such as my stepfather's ancient copy of Machinery's Handbook and a translation of Les Fleurs du Mal that belonged to my father).

I don't really know what to do with all my translation references, though. I'm leaning toward creating a list of offerings for sale and circulating it among my colleagues, but any way you slice it, it's work.

Time to hit the rack.

Cheers...