I am sitting cross legged on my floor one day, the tiles are cold but after a while they warm up, and being ceramic they stay warm too. I do not care much that getting up might be a bit of an issue my BMI is over if oh so slightly and I am not the most flexible tool in the shed; I have neither a chair nor a table and thus have no choice. I keep switching between radio stations, only stopping when a song with lyrics I am familiar with is on and I do not need prompting to sing along at the top of my voice, I am mainly sewing though. I am making a khaki pencil skirt that I will hopefully wear one day, when I stop worrying about the size of my ass and the number of persons staring at me at any given moment and that when I sit it will sit as well and not ride up my leg forcing me to keep pulling it to my knees or at least close enough.