I put my record cube out on the curb to be grabbed by anyone who wants it. A divided particle-board cube, unpainted. I am sick of having it around. I put the records on a lower shelf in my living room instead. Those I still have left.
Now I am having a craving for a Quizno's veggie sandwich. I figure I'll walk to the sandwich shop and indulge it. Another walk, a good thing. And I have a book.