Slower progress is still progress.

Saturday I went to a walkaround at Fall Foliage. Nothing I spent money on there, but I did manage to trip over a wagon handle. Many people bring wagons for their tots & loot, and then they park the wagons while they get more loot. Mostly the handles are up, but sometimes they fall. It is very crowded at Fall Foliage and I didn't see the fallen wagon handle, so I tripped over it and took three comedic steps during which none of my feet got under me ere I went sprawling onto the concrete causing bystanders to ask if I was OK. I was OK but honestly even if I was not OK I would have claimed so unless there had been visible bones poking through the skin or an injury where I could not walk.

Anyway, I did manage to get three buckets of books gone. It's a little slower because I don't have access to a nearly-full drop box that will be emptied shortly. The drop box thing enabled me to dispose of huge amounts of books in short order because it is a cavernous beast and the imminent emptying gave me plausible deniability. (SeKreT Project, you see.) Some day there will be an inquiry but I am gonna be all *shrug emoji* about it. Books? What books? There are no books. I see no books here. You must be misremembering about the books.

Today is four buckets of books this morning plus one bag of Clothing I Will Not Ever Wear Again. (Oh yes, there are More Things Besides Books going bye-bye. I am on a mission, here.)