• Mood: accomplished
• Music: "Silver River Turning" by Jethro Tull

I never could get the hang of Thursdays....

Spent last night and this morning doing some work on Super City Police Department, then had lunch and mailed some books (a review copy of Quality of Leadership to AUTHOR magazine and a copy of another of my books as a writing sample for a potential gig), then started moving shit into the garage. About half of my comic boxes -- the ones that were piled between the futon/bunk and the wall -- are now in the garage (the remainder are in the closet and are therefore lower priority; the space where the boxes were will be taken over by bookshelves), as are the two boxes with magazines and oversized comics. I keep my contributors copies down there, and they are now shelved in the garage's cabinets instead of laying about haphazardly in boxes. (Some are still in boxes, as I only had so much cabinet space, but they're stacked neatly on top of one of the cabinets now.)

And I'm done. *laughs* There will be more this weekend, but that'll do for today. Tomorrow, I assemble the bookcases (or, at least, try to assemble the bookcases, get frustrated, and then beg terri_osborne to do it) and put books on 'em.

Tonight is karate and more SCPD.