I’ve been doing some redecorating or remodeling or just sheer guesswork about colors and such. One result is the living room, redone in all it’s glory.
And what the hell, here’s the real Lion’s Den, freshly redone with a brandly new bed, where he sleeps and writes and listens to NPR in the middle of the night when he can’t sleep.
Whaddya think, too many books? I think of it as smart clutter. Or colorful intellectual snobbery. Or just a comfortable place to sleep. I’ll probably die in this room. Someday.