Well, why not?

Courtesy a seasonal giftcard from my employer, plus the magic of a four-for-three deal on paperbacks at Akademibokhandeln.

These technically came in over the weekend, but hey, the accessions department doesn’t work weekends; if you don’t like it, take it up with the union.

Not new personal purchases, these ones—who can afford to buy their own copies of Routledge handbooks, after all?—but instead delayed contributor copies, the Social Futures one being about two months late to arrive, the Placemaking one closer to a year, the original dispatches of both having presumably been lost to the fathomless Lovecraftean void which has opened up within the space of regular parcel logistics between Plague Island and the continent.

Ah well; nice to have ’em here at last. Some sturdy soldiers for the vanity shelf.

I know, I know.

Another review assignment, another demonstration that—for all my anxieties about schedule overload—I am my own worst enemy.

Still, there are far worse habits to have. Plus, y’know, books!