p.s.

We finally caved, bought a new bed at IKEA yesterday. I was sick of waking up with cramped shoulders from gripping so tightly to my 1.5 feet of space. So Thor hooked a trailer up to his car and we carried the bed home and loaded it in. Ol' Agnes walked into our apartment and looked around. "But where's Ben's bed?" she asked. Apparently we've been like Ernie and Bert in her mind.