Did I ever mention that Chaco built himself a computer? For his birthday last year, he asked for some cash to purchase parts for this Frankensteinian computer. He ordered the various components, assembled them, and now the two of them share a happy existence in what we all lovingly refer to as "The Corner".
My computer (well, technically it's my and Magnum's computer, but come on...) sits just a few feet away from The Corner. It's on my gigadesk - my happy island drifting about in The Mancave. I blog here, I paint here, I draw here, I shop here, I'm a girl here. This is Girl Island in the country of Mancave.
BUT Chaco has some wonderfully deep, highly resonant, obnoxiously beastly, abhorrently foul, impressively balanced speakers in The Corner. I love them when he streams music through them. When he plays computer games? Not so much. Machine gun fire, explosions, yelling and swearing - all in beautifully clangorous surround sound.
Snow day became blow-stuff-up day. Even with him sleeping in and the frequent breaks
Today is quiet again. It feels almost sad at how quiet it is.