My ass is too big for a name.
Observation number one regarding my writing chair: my ass is way, way too big for this thing.
Observation number two regarding my writing chair: I have a writing chair. With a desk to go with it. In a room that isn’t shared by three people. That isn’t part of a homeless shelter or a filthy, rat-infested collective.
In a home. A home that is mine, my family’s. A home that I can keep for a while.
With nary a rat, bear, or redneck.