I’ve taken over the chair in the corner of the living room. It’s where I do my blogging, the little bookshelf next to me and my sail tank on top. Usually here is a cup of tea of glass of wine perched on the pile of books.
I often look towards the window when I’m thinking.
There is a colorful afghan draped over the chair that I love to look at when I’m not sitting in it. I always try to make sense of the placement of colors, but never can. It keeps me looking.