I am confronting the truth of what my friend told me, the thing that got me started listing the night table landscape, which is that some books go there and sit for months and are not read. So in the spirit of mid-winter scarcity and creative depression, I am mustering out the following:

Why I Am Not a Roman Catholic (I read enough of it to see that it had to do with the Pope)
A Grief Observed ( I read the first chapter and decided that my grief and his were not exactly comparable)
Orthodoxy (Chesterton's baroque sentences and paragraphs are great if you're in the mood for them. I find I usually am not.)

New additions:
Sun Dancing by Geoffrey Moorehouse: A Christmas gift from celticblues5, it is the history of a medieval Irish monastery.
The Jim Chee Mysteries ( a collection of three of Hillerman's best.)

The cleaning-off is an adjunct to a general cleaning off and out around the house. I have found that some of the things in boxes that were my mother's which were at first so fraught with sentiment and memory that I couldn't imagine getting rid of them are now ready to make their way into the world to become items of sentiment or memory for someone else.

I hope that my readers are enjoying the spareness and scarcity of winter, and letting themselves do what they need to do to endure it.