Pause in your reading for just a moment and look around you. I’ll do the same.
I’m sitting in what was my daughter’s dining room, but which now serves as my study. To my right is a breakfront, a large antique with a mirror, drawers, and cabinets for storage of dishes and utensils, and lion’s paw feet on rollers. Closer to me is a standing lamp with a single light bulb. Near my elbow is a phone that slips into my pocket, and I’m writing on a 7-year-old MacBook Pro and drinking coffee from a mug featuring London’s Big Ben. On the floor around me are scattered 10 or 12 books that need shelving.
