My dear, sweet, long sufferin' husband of 28 years, I don't know how he tolerates me. I have slowly taken over every room in the house with my stuff, and now I've just killed his favorite floor lamp in the home office. I found the Rotalux such a pain to open and close, I decided to leave it open. However, I had no place to store it, so I stuck it on top of the lamp shade and there it stays until it gets called into service. I told him it was called the "RotaLamp" and that it was all the rage in Paris...



