Update: I did, indeed, spend part of the afternoon sitting in Orangina The Chair (after baking in the lawnmowing heat of the day) and, while doing so, spotted my long-missing yellow highlighter (Sharpie Gel, the only kind that don’t smear fountain pen ink) peeking out from under a corner across the room. A positive omen, I think.

Tomorrow's newsletter is in the send queue and I've spent the remaining time sitting in Orangina The Chair, staring at Fictions02 and 03, and wondering why I don't sit in Orangina The Chair and stare into space during my non-working hours too. Something else I need to work on.

Third day now with the Vari Active Seat and I'm getting the hang of it. Only nit is that I wish it had wheels so I could scoot around the expanse of desk a bit without having to to pick it up and move it around but hey: neither back nor butt are raging at me so I'll take the win. Hanging on to my UpLift office chair, but with the addition of Orangina to the Paintshop, I needed something that took up a little less real estate – because Orangina isn't going anywhere – and gave me room to do my standard pacing and wandering.

i brought home a chair

Did some volunteer heavy-lifting work emptying a church for an org/store that donates all their profits to hospice and couldn’t pass up the chance to bring this chair home (made a donation to hospice in lieu of cash). The Paintshop is well and truly sardine-packed now, but I can put my claustrophobia aside: such is my ardor for this chair. Her name is Orangina and we are in love.