I have owned the same couch for nine years. It is gray, which the store called “fog,” and it has three cushions, of which I use the left one. I would like to say clearly, before the people in my life say otherwise, that the couch is the most comfortable place in my home, and I am tired of being asked to apologize for knowing that.
Last month my sister suggested I “get up and do something.” I was doing something. I was sitting on the couch. She suggested a walk. I asked where the walk ended. She said it ended back at my house. I asked where in my house. She did not answer, because she knew.
The Case Against Chairs
The chair at my desk cost more than the couch and has eleven adjustment levers. I have learned what four of them do. The couch has no levers. You sit on it and it is finished. I do not see why that should be held against it.
People say the couch is where productivity goes to die. I have done my taxes on this couch. I have assembled a bookcase in front of it, from it. I wrote this column on it, I will be submitting it from it, and if my editor has notes I will read them on it.
I am not asking anyone to agree with me. I am asking for the cushion on the left.