This week’s topic had me stumped. It must be obvious that I’m fairly close to perfection but I was sure that I had some false god laying around somewhere. And I do. I love books. I worship books. I love to read them, I love to think about them. I love to repair them, to make them (literally, with the glue and the sewing, I love the sewing). My bookshelf stands against the wall and like a great heavy security blanket, seeing those books brings warm feelings to my heart. No kidding, I would sell my soul for a good book and the time to read it. Luckily, my wacko work schedule is slowing enough that I won’t be heading to a crossroads at midnight anytime soon.