It's a dark and stormy Friday night, and I HAVE TO GO TO WORK! I just want to curl up with another good book, and drink tea. Thankfully, I was able to finish Thomas Hardy's The Mayor of Casterbridge last night, so I'm not left hanging as to how it ends. (It's a satisfying ending, if not completely happy, not tragic like Tess.)
Followup on the sofa: my lovely roommate was agreeable, and the piece now sits in front our window, lending an elegance to our humble abode (which no longer smells quite so much like a barn).