For reasons related to my health, which are nonfatal but immensely frustrating at the moment.

That's too bad. I hope they vanish mysteriously for you.

I have thirty boxes of books!

That's impressive. I have a feeling you're taking a lot of your apartment's insulation with you.

I couldn't guess how many books I have; they've gotten so dispersed over various moves. All I know is there's a mountain to my left, a few towers to my right, a jigsaw puzzle of books in my closet, and, mashed together in my car, what might at this point be described as "book felt." When I dream, I dream of book shelves. Lots of 'em.