His chair -- it's a Barcalounger, fashioned in the Craftsman-style, that I gave him for Father's Day many moons ago. Next to it is a small sewing chest that he gave me many, many moons ago, and that, even though it still holds my stuff, somehow became his chair-side table.
He wakes every morning, starts a pot of coffee, then sits in his chair to read for a while. Duncan is usually already there, but gets up and waits on the arm of the chair and then snuggles in on the lap.
Catching up!
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