And after applying to another handful of salaried positions, I got madly frustrated with not being able to walk through my room without tripping over boxes of books, and I took that box cutter to my boxes and in the next three hours came up with a precarious but functional system of cardboard “shelves” which will suffice until:
a. the cats try to climb them
b. they collapse under their own weight
c. I can afford real bookshelves
d. I find the energy to scout for milk crates
In building this monstrosity, I discovered once again that I have too many books. Since this is only about 1/3 of my books, it may be possible to sell some of those in storage, after all.