That's a good place to sit.

Sometimes I think it may be fun to be a bubbly "going out" kind of girl too. And then I realize the merits of sitting on the hardwood in my living room, staring at the sky for hours. You wouldn't believe the Fernwood bird traffic. Like the last time I was at Beacon Hill with my parents and all these tiny brown birds kept popping out of the mud at our feet and we were laughing and staring until this woman with an uppity standard poodle marched by with her nose in the air.
Been a mad cleaning frenzy over here. Jean came over and apparently was not at all thrilled with our lifestyle choices. And Jean is the Landlord's wife so apparently that counts for things.