In just the short time I was gone, my garden exploded (in a good way), the grass dried up and turned brown (as the lawn mower in chief, I also think this is good), and the house fell into disarray, even though there was only one tidy adult and several unruly pets occupying it. I think we can blame the pets, for the most part. There was pent-up demand for feedsack (also good), and as soon as I got caught up at work, restocked the pantry and did all of those getting-back-home things, I started working on my other job: doing listings, packing orders, looking for sales.
I went to one sale this morning. I spent 50 cents on a vintage turkey, which is an apt description for the sale. The turkey part, not the vintage part. I don't know the last time I've seen an eight-track tape. Much less an eight-track tape that someone thought they could sell for $1.
(I forgot to mention that these books came from a sale a couple of weeks ago.)