Couch potato

My dad is a sit on your ass all day kind of dad. I mean this literally, and kindly, because my dad is now old and not exactly mobile anymore.

His nest is an off-white leather couch in this weird corner of the house that’s between the dining room and living room, but not quite in either. I imagine my parents put the couch there because they couldn’t find a better place to put it when they first moved in, and have been too lazy to move it since. It doesn’t even face the TV, which you have to view at more than a forty-five degree angle if you’re sitting down.