I'm in the closet. Feels good.
Writing, I mean. I've spent the afternoon painstakingly constructing a shelf inside my closet that will function as a writing/breakfast nook. It's stuffy, but at least it smells like clean laundry. Also dirty laundry. I keep my dirty laundry in here.
I'm working on a Toshiba Chromebook 2. I ordered it from the internet and the internet delivered it to my house. I'm still getting used to the chiclet keyborad. Reminds me of my very first writing machine. Beep bop boop.
My nephews are playing Minecraft in the gaming room. My closet is in the gaming room.
I am in the closet.