The saga of my broken bed continues. Yesterday, I went to take the old bed frame apart and prepare for 2 weeks of snoozing on the floor and trying to get my fat old lady butt up from that level each morning. Not a pleasant image, I know. So I’m looking at this boo-boo bed…

  Okay – actually I’m rough on the bed. As in our bed frame broke this morning. (Happily, no cats were injured in the collapse.) Fuck. I feel like I’m teetering on the edge of a bout of depression and this is really not what I needed in my life, you know. Well, time to…