I also have a shelf of Dickens: I read them all over two years when the kids were younger. And a shelf of Sherlock Holmes. Oh and several other book collections.
The giant (22 inch) mitred squares are rolling along. I am good at setting infinitely small goals so that I may feel accomplishment with each day. I learned that in Psych Nursing. The fourth square will be 4 smaller squares. This is not process knitting. But my mother-in-law will be able to visit her mother tomorrow as the ward is open from quarantine and she has to take the ferry to Vancouver Island. The older sister, who is a retired nurse (and a new widow) is helping so much with connecting with the faceless staff of the closed unit. Great Grandma is 94. She just had her driver's license removed before Christmas. Am I wrong to believe that, in the absence of respiratory and cardiac disease, and just arthritis, that she has a good chance of living in a nursing home and taking care of her own daily needs? She can stand and talk. I think she's just tired and sad that she won't be returning to her home on an acre on a lake which her husband built from logs he milled and where she raised her 4 children. I wish I could sit at her bedside and listen to her pioneering stories right now.
Back to my own studies of Rhuematoid Arthritis. I finished my chapter readings yesterday. Baby steps.