I really enjoy sitting on the floor. It's strange when there are so many things that have been created to take us from our primordial comforts. I have a perfectly good set of couches, a nice leather recliner that kicks back so nicely, a kitchen table with six chairs to choose from, a large and squishy ottoman, and last but not least I have stairs. But, here I sit. On my cold, hard floor. I feel me the most when I am here. I even sat here when I was my most pregnant.