So, Thursday night, votania
and I came home from shopping at Sam's, getting the bare minimum. (Unforseen budgeting weirdness, temporary, due to abrupt switchingness of cellphone providers.) We have put things away, and are three and all starting in on the fun old game of "If only you would -- !; if only you had, then I could -- !" when votania
came back in from taking out the trash with the intelligence that there was a very potentially nice recycled couch out there. Flashlights were employed, and the couch was deemed to be Good. (I was seated inside for most of this, my energy levels still being sub-par.)
Frantic scurrying and moving followed, punctuated by assorted injuries; at the end, the thrashed, trashed, cracked, scratched, smacked old uncomfortable recycled black biting poor-imitation-of-leather two-seat couch that had come n+1-hand to marxdarx
was shoved to one side, and the slightly-battered cigarette-redolant three-seat comfortable much-more-leatherlike black couch was installed in its stead.
Upon testing, it developed that there was room for everyone, even Little Fayoumis, if we scootch to make room.
Further rearrangement saw my old computer desk unloaded and out of my room, the old scuffed bedraggled black couch installed (after no little huffing, puffing, and wistful wondering why the partition hadn't been made out of sticks or straw) in my room. The computer desk then wandered into the West bedroom.
Today, Chronos II was installed on his new desk, to the tune of much frustration. More of my floor was found. More changes will follow in the coming days.
Every now and then, the apartment gets rearranged. I am hoping that this new iteration of everything will make hanging out in my room more cozy, not to mention more tidy. Right now, I'm trying to figure out where to put everything...