in the hours when Little Dude is gone at school.
Big Dude often works from home. Way back in the day, when he first left the traditional work force and set up “office” at home to contract, he bought a desk to set up in our guest room. I guess it was too dark, cold, *lonely* in that room, because the desk soon found its way to MY office space. Where it was soon taken over by the dudes.
So Big Dude decided he just needed a really comfortable chair that supported his back. And THAT would be his office.
And that worked pretty well for a few years, til Big Dude got all itchy for an “office” space again. And started Craigslisting for another desk. All while I gave him that “exactly where are you going to fit another piece of furniture in this house?!?” look. He found/made some space. And Cardboard Girlfriend moved right into it.
Meanwhile, life as usual carries on back inside. I think this counts as “recess”.
The mad typist types. And types and types and types.
And the reader reads and reads and reads.
There you have it. My dudes and what they do.