This is Monday. The rug is being cleaned in my art studio/office on Wednesday. The problem is that I have close to 400 books piled on the floor and all the shelves are full. So, I've been filtering out the SF books that I'll never read again from those on the shelves. One floor-to-ceiling bookshelf unit has about 3000 SF books in it. We have guests coming on Friday so I can't leave any overflow out in the hall.

I'm listening to a Red Sox game off the web to help make organizing easier. I'm sure glad that there's only twenty-six letters in our alphabet. Makes it easier alphabetizing books ... A-C, D-H, etcetera.

What's all this got to do with chocolate? On Sunday, I'm hosting a chocolate tasting for the first time. Last year we went to Sweden and much to my amazement, the Swedes love chocolate. We stopped in over twenty chocolate shops in Sweden. Found none in Norway. The Dane's like it, too. I came back with about thirty different dark chocolate bars. After we got back, I collected more. We haven't sampled any except the little sample bars from Michel Cluizel.

Last month, we were in San Francisco and visited the Bittersweet Café where one is greeted with racks of chocolate bars ... dark on the left and milk and specialty on the right. Uh, we bought more bars. And had a couple of their chocolate drinks which now make my daily mocha pale in comparison.