i hate winter.  becuz i get cobwebs all over me.  becuz i go thru my mountain of books (deciding what to keep and what to sell and what to toss - well, never to toss - just what to donate) and then i don't open but one or two books and i start researching and before i know it, an hour or two has passed becuz i need to look at the author, and did the author write any other books, and oh, look - cool illustrations - i wonder who the illustrator was - and if there is none listed i have to research and look to see what others have noted about the book, all to find the name of that elusive illustrator, and then i note that there were several editions, and which one do i have and who is the company that printed the book, and what else did they print, and when did they start, and who started that company, and is the author still alive and if not, when did s/he die and where and of what and ...