While Andrew spent the morning hard at work making the upstairs bedroom ready for the carpet installation, I drove to Pewaukee to feed Milo and Chloe (Milo is ours, Chloe is Mom’s) and pick up a monstrous antique chair that I still cannot believe I maneuvered up the basement stairs and into the car by myself.

The chair is for the reading room, which is by far the most finished-feeling room now. I did a bit of work sitting in the comfy chair with a cup of tea next to me on a table (not the floor, or a stepladder, or an overturned bucket).