Yes I like that Nook guy thinks to him I own an impressive home. I should go check it though been almost a year.

It’s nice to have a place out by the brook to do your knitting (if you’re into that). It’s a certain state of mind you’re in where, looking for a nook to sit in, you start to notice where you’d fit in, tucked in with a book and your favorite little kitten (if you’ve got a cat). Doing nothing on lazy afternoon. Old cartoons. Organize your spoons, whatever. Wrap yourself in comforters and sit and watch the stormy weather. From a nook you can look through a rainy pane of glass at the past, at your tethers, pick out the bugs and salt and preen your feathers. Think about the things human beings do and how you did your share of stupid things too. You can think about the world and whether, in this kind of awful weather, you’d rather you be out and about or just warm-chillin in your own home. Tucked tight in a nook like an unused rook. With your kitty in your corner and a book.