I now have an office to match Les Nessman's

I cleaned up a space around my throne, I mean recliner, which included a couple of crates that I set up as bookshelfs. I then proclaimed this little area as dad's office, my space in the entire house that I can call my own. I've tried a few other times to claim the den and other spots for some personal space, but it's never panned out. It always turns into a kids area, tv room, yada yada.

I was reminded of Les Nessman on WKRP in Cincinnatti---I loved that show. I was telling Mocha-momma about it, who had some vague memories; remember, she's 10 years younger than I am. For those of you too young to remember as well: Les was the nerdy newsroom guy who couldn't have his own office, so he put tape around his desk and refused to talk to people who didn't honor his make-believe walls.

So I now have a duct-tape office set up in the corner of our living room. I'm going to feel free to ignore everyone unless they properly come in through my make believe door. It doesn't help keeping out the noise from the rest of the house, but I at least have my own little make-believe refuge in the castle.