Enough bookshelf space. Though there really is no such thing.

The installation of the puny privy on the south-side of my office required some reimagining of my space--and some much-needed paint--Cafe Latte and Antique White, the smearing application of which we finished Saturday. Instead of two desks, I've scaled down to one. And I've gone from a baker's rack and bookcase to the rather massive wall unit you see above (Ikea by way of Craig's List.)

My colleague Stephanie asked how I planned to handle the piles. We are in a digital business where ironically each project generates a considerable stack of paper goods (note: third shelf from bottom, above).

"Bins, my dear," I said. "Bins."

There's still more to do. I have art and diplomas to hang (yes, I hang them. If it took you three years to write a thesis, you'd hang the sheepskin, too), two boxes to unpack and a floor to scrub.

Still, I couldn't be happier. I now have two libraries just steps from my desk.