I like to sit in my spot. I like to be left alone in my spot. My butt has its own groove in my spot’s cushion. My drink (hot water) is nearby. The phone is also nearby so I can answer it promptly when Ed McMahon calls. My recent spinning is drying behind me and I can check it for dampness from my spot. From my spot I can view and stroke my new yarn. It’s Elsbeth Lavold’s Silky Wool in three colors, thank you for asking. I can knit in my spot. I can read in my spot. I can watch tv from my spot. My old kitty sleeps curled up behind my head on the back of the couch (hence the white fluff) in my spot. I love my spot.
I am sad. I am sad because I am not in my spot.
Yesterday I sat here.
Yesterday and today I took lots of stuff out of here,
and here too.
Obviously lots more “stuff” needs to come out of here. Stuff removal is keeping me from my spot. Once the garage is empty of stuff I will sit in my spot. Do you have a spot too?
I love my spot.