A man sits down to write. Today is the day he begins to tell his story. He brews some coffee, slowly and intentionally. He takes the time to hunt down his favorite mug, and he is sure to get the coffee to cream ratio just right. He walks up the stairs to his office. It is too cold. He rummages through his drawers until he finds a cozy sweater, then shuffles back to his desk. He sits down, but the chair is not comfortable. He shifts it first to the left, then to the right. He decides the problem is the cushion, so he adds one pillow. He starts up his computer, and while he is waiting he remembers that he needs to feed the dog. Once the dog is fed he needs to go outside. It is a very nice day, albeit a little cold. Man and dog walk around the neighborhood until both feel it is time to return. Back in his office, the man opens a blank document. He struggles for a while with whether he should first come up with a name under which he can save this work. After all, so much is in a name, and “Document1” does not seem adequate. He finally settles on “Untitled” as a temporary fix. He sips his coffee and finds that he is squinting to look at the screen. Too much light is coming in through the window on his left. He remembers a tapestry he purchased some time ago that has lived in a box for years. He thinks that this is a perfect use for it and finds it buried under his spare sheets. He goes out to the shed where he knows there is a hammer and some spare nails in his toolbox. He removes the cushions and stands precariously on his uncomfortable chair so he can nail the edges of his unloved tapestry into the wall. Now that he has just enough light he rearranges his chair and places both hands on the keyboard. Instinctively he reaches for his coffee, but alas – it has gone cold!