Thanks to the unfortunate contractor-induced accident that did in my family room floor, my poor art history books--scheduled for display in, alas, the family room--have spent the past four months in most undignified attitudes. When they haven't been in boxes, they've been in disorganized stacks on shelves, near shelves, or across the house from the shelves. As bookshelves are the only area of my life that I keep strictly organized, the sight of my straggly books left me...well, not in despair exactly, but feeling a bit unfinished.
However, today saw the Return of Flooring!
Which meant, finally, that the books could be properly alphabetized and neatly arrayed on the appropriate bookcases. I have now moved in. So to speak.