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Hello. I'm in my comfortable desk chair, and falling asleep every couple of minutes. It's 4:33, and at five sharp I should be seated at the dinner table and looking engrossed in the conversations about me. So, there will be a long period of silence in this post. That's probably a good thing; I just took a series of pictures of the state of affairs, but they have not yet loaded.

It was a grueling move. The two young men had me out of the old place in two hours flat. But it took them six hours to load me into here, and that through no fault of their own. I am in the middle of everything in this building; no shortcuts I noticed. Down an excessively long hall, up one level, and retrace the route to the end of another hall. Brutal. That means a lot of walking for me, too, and I intend to become accustomed.

I'm sure you'd prefer a tour to homily's, so here goes. Come in a door, past the bathroom and coat closet, past the hall table and the tiny kitchen. Nothing else is tidy, yet.

About face, to the main part of the room, which consists of the loom, the shipping table, the sewing table and some furniture. Lots of furniture, and I gave some away today.

The thread cupboard and the red sofa became a sort of wall from the rest of the room, which house the green chair, the computer and the "cat's room".

 

The computer is on the near end of the black table. Behind the green chair is a "window seat", two or three feet deep and equally as high. When I saw it, I saw a cat up there, owning the window. When all else is right, I'll find an old cat to live there. 

And finally, the closet bedroom. Everyone remarks on claustrophobia. If the room were a foot wider and had a window over the bed, it would be my childhood bedroom.