The dining room table turns into our mail table when we don't use it. It has piles of mail: not yet read, opened but want to save to read later, need to respond and need to file piles. Right now it also has two birthday cards I need to mail tomorrow. The tablecloth and seasonal runner are still there, and the mail can be scooped up and moved at a moments notice when we decide to use the table for dinner. We used to eat dinner at it every night when the kids lived at home. I miss those days!