The good: bookshelves! After five years of living in this house I am finally getting decent bookshelves, and two of them at that. We went to Let's Get Organized and picked out white metal shelves with grille bottoms that are really pretty, and, more importantly, four feet wide and six feet tall. We've put the first set together and wedged them into one corner; I was supposed to fill that one up with books before we did the other, but I'm starting to realize that's not going to work, for the simple reason that I actually want to lay my books out and group them by subject and/or author. You know, have all the Weirs together, all the Snickets together, all the books about movies together, all the Victorian together, and so on. And I can't do that until I've got both shelves up and can say, "This is the history shelf." So... back to moving boxes and piles of papers out of the way.
The bad: ROOFERS. I am about to go insane. Probably because we hired the really good, young-and-hungry roofer guy who said he'd have a whole troop of roof-elves keebling up there and they'd be done in two days. Which is great, but... imagine the hammering that's got to go on in order for that to happen. And now imagine that you live on the top floor, and they're pounding on the flip side of your ceiling. Arrrrgh.