I have too many books

It has suddenly occurred to me .... yes suddenly- that I have too many books. Actually the thought that crossed my mind as I opened my eyes this morning was that I may never get to read all of the books that I have. That thought frightened me and made me frantic. I tried to soothe myself. I told myself that I still had lots of time left . I made promises to myself. I promised not to buy another book until I had read at least two of the ones I have. Is that reasonable? OK .... I amended the promise - there are books to read and books to just have. A signed copy does not count because that is a book to have and not to read. I was feeling a little better. Whew ! What is it about books that I find so tantalizing ? The feel, the smell, the cover, - oh yes it goes far beyond the words. And yes I am obsessive compulsive about them. They must not be moved , if borrowed there are many rules. ( which is why not many of my friends are brave enough to embark of the borrowing of one of my books )
And what the hell am I doing right now ? Writing instead of reading ! I attribute all of this mania that I began to feel as I awoke to day to the fact that I sustained a blow on the side of the head with a vacuum cleaner yesterday. It has me feeling a little off. I am convinced that my left ear is going to fall off as a result but my husband keeps patiently reassuring me that the ear is not going anywhere for the time being . He did add that I have a much bigger problem on my hands - which is that I keep doing things like having vacuum cleaners fall on my head. He has a point.