January 11, 2008
I slept in this morning. While I command a strong allegiance from my furniture, they do become confused and occasionally grouchy when things are left up in the air. I had started re-organizing things yesterday, and left off half-way through. This morning, they are milling about the coffee maker, bumping into one another, buzzing about possibilities for the new organization. One of them, a glass three-tiered table is complaining about the dust, but she stops when she sees me come in. All conversation ceases. Arms pause in mid-air with stained coffee mugs. They are waiting for some sign for me.