Nine. The answer is nine. More, if I’m the only one trying to carry them.
Like it is a minor trauma, I always forget how many books I have until it is time to move them. Well, it’s moving time again. And I’ve remembered.
This does serve as a lovely reminder that I should probably start lifting weights or doing something to make sure that my arms don’t completely atrophy. Who knew that typing wasn’t a wonderful upper body workout?
May your Saturday be filled with somewhat fewer boxes.