Spent part of today behaving like I was a grownup and buying real furniture. We've needed a new couch for years. Today we found a nice laz-y-boy recliner that should work. Then we spent a sizable sum on it that also made me feel older.
We've decorated in early-American poor for most of our lives. Most of our furniture is either used, self assembled, or fished out. In fact the amount we've spent on the custom shelves is greater than all of our furniture put together, including our beds.
Arm still hurts, although last night I did sleep a little better. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.