So I was wandering through my house yesterday, cleaning haphazardly, when a thought occurred to me.
I have far too many books.
“Don’t be silly,” the little angel on my left shoulder said. “You don’t have enough books.”
“No, really, there’s far too many,” the angel on my right shoulder insisted. “You should get rid of some.”
The left angel gasped in horror and nearly fell off. I caught him just in time.
But for some reason I agreed with the right angel. Far too many books, indeed.
But then I realized that TWO of them are borrowed from other people. Once I read them and return them, I will have two less.
Left angel told right angel that I love him more. I love both my angels equally but differently. And I’m ignoring the fact that I bought another book yesterday.