get rid of The Books (by the end of the week)

Small progress has been made.
The end of the week approaches.
Ack.

I’m doing poorly.

too complicated and uninteresting to explain, I have scads of books to get rid of, mostly current-ish textbooks. While both my partner and I are died-in-the-wool bibliophiles, they’re mostly of no interest to us to keep, and for some reason G, poor dear, has allowed his gentle mind to rest on their continued futile presence in the upstairs closet as the penultimate condensed essence of my messiness and his relationship to it. They really bug him. So it’s my Valentine’s commitment to him to finally get rid of them. All fifty gajillion pounds of them.