Fiction on the left. Everything else leans.

The left wall is novels, alphabetically by author until someone shops and we do not fix it until Thursday. The right wall is whatever is not a novel: pamphlets, art books, the odd cookbook with the stains still in it.

There is one table in the middle. That is the new pile. If it is on the table, it came in this week. If it is on the shelf, it survived.

Sit if a chair is empty. Do not rearrange a shelf to make a point. We will know.