As opposed to the hallway or (ahem!) bathroom, where it's resided for nearly three years (since Pinky came to be, natch.)
I was pretty sure the computer would be next to the bathtub until the kids were old enough to use it, so this has (thrilled) surprised and delighted me.
Except I keep forgetting B's there, and then nearly shooting out of my chair when he comments on the television. For years now, once the kids go to bed, he's upstairs, I'm downstairs.
But now, I have company. And it's nice. We're talking about the news, our days - even our terrible taste in tv... things we did before, but much more comfortably and with much less speaking over the kids that happens at the dinner table.
And to think I hated the idea of having the computer downstairs. In the way.
Actually, it's kind of fun. Now that someone's laughing.