I really need to do something about the office furniture situation (or lack thereof) around here.

Before I got hurt back in August, I had the laptop set up on a really nice molded plastic folding table with adjustable steel legs. I even used a matching folding chair that was comfortable to sit on for several hours at a stretch. Notice, though, that this is all in past tense.

That chair no longer fits my backside with comfort and joy; the fractured pelvis makes hard plastic feel a lot like torture. That means the table is too high for sitting and too low for standing, so it’s been moved next to the sofa where it holds everything from coffee cups and ashtrays to the cordless phone to coke cans and potato chip bags to whatever else we happen to need a parking place for at the moment.

I’m sitting in a big overstuffed upholstered chair with the laptop on one of those tiny lap desk bean bag things. It works, sort of, but it slides around a lot. And maneuvering the mouse on a rounded chair arm is, well, a bit of an adventure!  No wonder they don’t design office furniture like that.