How Was My Writing Today, You Ask?

It was fine, until the chair in the family room suddenly looked very, very wrong. It would be so much better in the baby's room. But, not now. Now I'm writing. See, my fingers tap, tap, tapping away...as my eyes drift over to the offending chair. Writing break!

I slide the chair down the hall. This is going to be a piece of cake! One push through the door and hmmmm...Maybe if I turn it around? Upside down? Wedged in the door jam. Sigh. I mean, really.