in which Willa discovers the bed
I hope this is not too much information for anyone, but any rest in apt 407 has suffered lately for wont of space (can you tell I’ve been reading Austen?). Willa has discovered the luxuries of a pillowtop mattress — to our loss. An antique iron bed, barely a full size, is not enough for two adults and a territorial cat, without adding 80lbs of black labrador. Not only that, but her bedtime is earlier and as I write this, she is snoring away, her head on the pillows. We need a crane at night to get her out, and one in the morning to get me up. This is a family that values its rest, clearly. : )