At the end of the day...
I spend too much time in the comfy chair, lap-top tapping, and/or binge-watching whatever grabs my attention, and getting very little else done. Being free to do just exactly what I feel like, it hearkens back to the days of childhood when my time was never my own, when tv was a forbidden pleasure, snacking was verboten, and resentment ran high. So, that part of me that still feels that tends to dominate my feelings. It was a recent realization that the deep, soft comfy chair is a surrogate for... Sign in to see full entry.