Left Wanting

It's that time of year when I set about doing a bit of cleaning - essentially involving books on various shelves, and other inter-connected bits and pieces. This is quite hard work, but curiously satisfying, helping create the useful illusion that I'm in control of things. The only problem is that as a soon as I pick up a book for vacuuming (that's how it's done, Gentle Reader) I find myself wanting to read it, and since I vacuum every book that's a lot of wanting.