Most normal people, who have reached my advanced age, have purchased a bed by this point.  I have never claimed, nor attempted, to be normal.  But now I have bought, at least, a mattress.  We had to replace the other one in the “guest” room (where The Hurricane stays when she’s home, where The Empress lounges when she’s hanging out here, where Daniel and the dogs nap, where I lay out big quilt projects).  It was nearly a day-long event, and quite an adventure (because we turn everything into an adventure, we were the inventors of Fake-cations).  We even got a frame to put the box springs in, so the entire set-up isn’t even on the floor.  It just feels so adult and everything. 

And our happy, healing  thoughts are with Tracy tomorrow, she is having surgery, on her left hand.  Good luck!