Sinking to the bottom of my everything

On Friday, an elder version of Snoop Dogg came into the library with two enormous containers full of materials that had been stolen. He told us that a relative had been hiding the items at his apartment and once he realized that they had probably not been checked out, in that 50 items is the limit and there were at least a thousand, he figured it would be best to bring them back.
Of course, this happened a few minutes before the library was to close for the day.
Things got sorted out, authorities were called, forms filled out. We are used to stuff being taken to sell , but having someone hoard materials to this degree is a new one.
There was no rhyme or reason to the stuff that was returned, there was old and new, romance, westerns, and just piles of bad pop music. I can only imagine what it's like to have need of that much stuff to give comfort. Can't I?