Have ya'll heard that it's bad for you to sit down for any length of time even if you exercise regularly? Those who know me know that I sit down a lot -- writing, driving in my luxury vehicle through the streets of the metropolis, etc. -- and those who don't know me probably don't realize that while righteous, my fanny is a prime one for spreading. I really don't want to order one of those hipster stand-up desks, so I thought I'd kill the proverbial two birds and gather up a number of books that lie -- well --
everywhere in this house. Then I built myself a stand-up desk -- a place where my righteous fanny can stand free and taut in front of
The Borrowers Aloft and back issues of
Poetry, The Teenage Liberation Handbook, a couple of shoe boxes and the
Kate Atkinson novel that I haven't gotten round to reading, yet.
What do you think?
The consensus from the Peanut Gallery and The Teenage Gallery was:
that's just dumb, Mom.
