Today managed to be even less eventful than yesterday, which is almost impressive in and of itself. I wrapped Christmas presents, I read a little bit, I watched Ink. I liked doing all of those things. That is all.
I didn’t like so much when my kneeling chair suddenly broke; I banged it against the wall, and the not very high-quality wood it’s made of splintered at the base of one wheel. There’s a cardboard box sitting underneath it now, keeping it level, and so it’s still about as useful as it ever was. But it’s not remotely portable. And it looks like a broken chair with a box under one side. I knew it wasn’t the greatest kneeling chair on the market, but I didn’t expect its legs to snap in half less than a year after I bought it.