contentment is...

[hornmafia]

lying on the bed in my office, looking out the windows on a lazy Husker saturday. My office is what chris calls it. I prefer to call it my habitat or my retreat. An office sounds like it is all business and organization and purpose. yes, I have a desk in here, an old roll-top that belonged to my mother's mother. Adjasant to it is an old school desk, on which sits a sewing machine that belonged to my father's mother. There's an old cedar chest, a few movie posters, my bookshelf, my ugly grape lamp I bought at good will, back when I lived in the sorority, and flowy curtians. Outside the window is an odd-looking japanese tree I call the truffula tree. It has dainty pink puffs for flowers. This is a peaceful place of things that are MINE, not ours, and decor that is MINE, not ours, and chaos that's MINE, and not conflicting with his order.

I hope that no one will construe this as conflict between chris and I, it is certianly not meant as such. In fact, perhaps the cherry on top is hearing him and his guy friends enjoy their football game downstairs. It is just luxurious to be surrounded by my own world.