Dismantle My Bed

So, we’ve switched apartments… again, because we are gypsies and that’s what we do. We haven’t switched cities. Not yet. Sadly. But six months. Six months. Six months. Only six months.

And instead of moving the large and heavy platform on which mattress and box springs were resting, and instead of moving the mattress and box springs, we moved only the book boxes, like sixteen hundred pounds worth of them.

The book boxes have been layered with an air mattress, a comforter, and a lovely piece of body-molding foam. It’s actually the most comfortable bed on which I have ever slept… except for the one that one time at this cool hotel in LA. They somehow made that the cushiest thing ever. It was the Magic Castle hotel, so I think it might have been… you guessed it… magic. Anyway, of any of the beds I have owned, this one is pretty damn comfortable.

It’s ghetto, but it works for us. It also frees us of our large material possessions, which we will need to get rid of anyway, before moving back to LA later this year.

So, life is rough right now. A whole lot of work. No time or money for fun. But, in the end, the debt will be paid off, and the sky will be the limit. Six months. We can do it in six months.