We had the couches cleaned yesterday. When the technicians were done, they leaned each couch's cushions against each other in a kind of tripod. The arrangement reminded me of a fort. I hadn't thought about fort-making for years. When the boys were young they would use every blanket in the house to make elaborate "habitats". In their honor today I made a fort under the coffee table in the family room.
My fort only took about 30 seconds to make, because I just threw an old tablecloth over the coffee table. It ended up being more like a one-person backpacking tent than a fort. I had to back in and slither out.
I started with my head and body inside my creation; it was quite cozy. The opaque tablecloth made the area dim but not dark. However, I wanted to read the newspaper and there wasn't enough light under the table, so I ended up sticking my head out. Tony was in the room flipping back and forth between two different football games (Texas vs Oklahoma and Illinois vs Minnesota), so I half-watched those too.
(In case you were wondering, the cushions aren't how the cleaners left them. I picked them up this morning to see how dry they were, and I obviously missed the seminar in cushion-arranging.)
We still have fans running to dry the couches out. The cats were fascinated by the way the cloth covering the coffee table flapped in the breeze. I thought maybe I'd have a visitor under the cover with me, but they weren't brave enough to come in.