Originally Posted by tomwed

The library check-out desk is like a stand up desk. I spent most of the day there fixing computers, doing research and answering questions.
When I got my house it seemed right and I couldn't put my finger on why.
About a year later the light bulb went on.
It's the same as the library--the wood is the same, the counter the same, even where I stand at the island is the same. You think that would have occurred to me sooner.
That's the kind of nothing story I like to write out.