As I mentioned in an earlier post, I find myself living without a table. As odd as that is – standing for meals, hunched over to write blog posts and the back aches that ensue — what’s even odder is the Table Envy that manifests. I find myself peeping into strangers’ houses and wanting to join them, wanting to break bread with them, wanting to sit the @#$!! down. Look at the guy in the photo below – seems like he’d be a nice friend. And he has a table. Now I see tables everywhere. I guess cuz I googled them. Even charity shops have tables.