Well, I'm not sorry we moved the molave rolltop desk to the Cubao New Orleans French Quarter front balcony. The wood is quite impervious to moist, and anyone can do some writing there if they feel like it. I'm now thinking of moving two, amber-colored glass oil lamps to its top from the dining room alcove. In the meantime I transferred our busts of Hermes and Diana to one of the shelves on the front balcony; they look like they belong there.

Aubrey has exiled her antique armoire to the laundry room.