The planes, the planes

Every time I sleep in the upstairs guest room -- also known as the Snoring Escape Chamber -- I don't need a flickering TV to put me to sleep.

Good thing, because it doesn't have one. Den and kitchen, period.

But it does have something even better to count than sheep: planes, angles, intersections, folds, recesses. Three dormers in one room provides for a lot going on, especially if the fan is turning, turning, tur. . . .