This is the couch in our corporate housing. It is rented.
One guess as to which side of the couch I sit on when I fed Merritt and give him his nebulizer treatments. Yeah, it is the side that is sagging.
This is where I answer the phone.
This is where I catch naps.
(I can catch Everett trying to sneak to the backdoor during his "nap" from this spot.)
This is where I hear news about the house.
This is where I read my scriptures.
This is where I pray about 100,000 times a day.
I do leave this spot, but it is sort of like command central for me.
Who would have known a rented couch would support so much?
