My chair is a marvelous thing.

It's not solely my chair, it's not new, it's not fancy, I didn't even buy it. It's a hand-me-down, overstuffed chair, of the sort that comes with any 3-piece living room set (I also have the loveseat, the couch went a different direction long ago).

It's comfy, the arms are wide enough to hold a cup or a laptop, and the ottoman goes nicely in front of it. It's currently surrounded by Sunday's paper, a cell phone, my cordless mouse and a cup of tea. As soon as I sit, I relax, and I can spend hours, right here, accomplishing... nothing.

It's a refuge from the world.