I awoke at 12:25, late for the Yankee game, and besides it was a million degrees outside and we had deck furniture to assemble. So I stayed home and we watched it on TV, lazily, and it was an incredible game with the Yankees coming from behind three times and winning 11-10.

I was sweating like crazy with the chaise longue. There's one bolt missing, I dunno if it came in the little plastic pouch in the first place and I let it roll through a gap between the boards, into that nameless underworld oblivion to which all the spaces between the things you stand on lead. Or maybe they fucked me with one less bolt.

I shall have to contact West Elm's customer service department.