Yesterday, I acquired a kitchen table. This has been a dream of mine for over ten years. I have not had a table or the space for one since I was 18. That’s a lot of eating off laps.
Sitting at the table with a coffee or a book or my wife or all three is a really happy experience. I have not yet eaten there (I’m nearing the end of a novel’s first draft and, well, eating and sleeping start getting a little haphazard) but look forward to doing so.
Anyway, your owl pellets . . .