Tom trucked another load of stuff back from storage, so now our house is littered with stacks of LPs and more and more and more boxes of books. I think, however, that we've finally reached the end of the kitchen stuff: I unpacked what I hope is the last box of glassware; I really don't know where I could fit anything else.

So today will be a deal-with-boxes day. Tom has unearthed a single empty bookshelf, and I can begin, I guess, to unload a few books onto it. I still can't decide whether we should call the room we eat in a library or a dining room. For now it's "room full of unorganized fiction, plus some thousand-pound boxes of 78s, plus an island for meals."

This week the temperatures are forecast to rise into the 40s. I know it's only January and we have much wintry weather ahead of us. But I'm beginning to feel the restlessness of spring. I bought a bunch of purple hyacinths yesterday, as a salve. I really should start to think about seed orders.