Desk

A clean pull request, under your hands all day.

A clean pull request, at arm's length.

A bar that is nearly full. It runs the circumference and stops at the handle.

The permission prompt. Everyone picks the second option. Everyone knows they should not.

Two lines on the mug. Three is too tall for the wrap.

Cold, it is a plain black mug. Hot, the battery appears at four percent.

The log down the left third, in Ink on Bone. The keyboard sits over the empty right.