June 11--Duncan Phyfe, Sofa. Lucia retrieved the bolster and pounced back onto the sofa, punching the pillow behind her back. She was determined to bend the uncomfortable thing to her will. She couldn't imagine why anyone made a sofa that wasn't nice to sit on. It seemed a shame to waste all that wood and craftsmanship on something meant to just sit there.
I'm sad to say that "the tired" overtook me at that point. I awoke 30 minutes after writing the last word to remove my glasses and turn out the light. Lucia'll just have to fend for herself on this one. I'm off to drink coffee with Durwood and attempt to vanquish the crossword puzzles of the day... although it is Monday and Monday's crosswords are historically the easiest ones of the week. I was mighty proud and a little amazed that I nearly finished the Mensa weekend one on Saturday evening. I never have any luck with that one without a lot of peeking at the solution. Off to the wars.