Flex. Squirm. Hunch. Squirm. Stretch. Repeat.
That was me for the last five years, working at my dining room table, sitting on a bench or a chair. My old Herman Miller chair moulders in the basement: I can’t seem to bring that bit of consulting-era industrial sitting-down-ness into my living space right now. So, on the plane back from a visit to North Carolina, I sketched this:
Over the holiday, I got Linda to agree to help me for a day to build it.