couched raze what passed for an office in this house became a room to go on living in after everything we knew was ripped away from us. we_bought_a_sofa to fill the space left behind by a computer desk, broken even before it was gone. the lawson was gallant and green and good enough to sleep on. it still is. it's just older now. the two outside cushions marked yours and mine diminished by seven years of sitting. the soft square in the center grown into a comical bulge by virtue of not being asked to shoulder the shared burden of all we carry. that's as it should be. what lives between us has always been too mindful to set anything sagging. 221001 what's it to you? who go blather from