Why in five hells would anyone want to buy a brand new book? Admittedly, I do all the time. However, with the arrival of my Student’s Cambridge Ed of Robert Browning’s poetry I question my own sanity. This book is obviously well loved (and marked up). And it is gorgeous! Still searching for a publication date, but that does not really matter right now. The seller was kind enough to wrap it up in brown paper before putting it in a box. It was like opening a really early Christmas present.
Mom is better, but still confined to bed on doctor’s orders. In fact, I’ll be driving over there shortly to help out (orders from the Maternal Grandmother).