This is command central, a single chair in a room full of corrugated memories.
Everything is packed, the house is quiet. Stacks of boxes clutter the once-beautiful Morris manse, and the only thing connected to the outside world is my trusty laptop. The dog's at my feet and I'm having coffee. It's a sad day, the "last stand" at the house my wife and I shared.
The silence has set me in a state of solemn reverie. Things never work out exactly the way you want - but they work out.
Tomorrow is a new day. See you on the other side.