Lloyd had choir practice on Friday night, and I had a long list of things to get done, so of course I did none of them. I made something to eat, watched some t.v., and decided to finally put into practice a plan I’ve had for a split bed.
As you know, I’ve been sleeping at an angle (for the acid reflux trouble) since… Christmas? and I have to tell you, it’s not that bad having a whole bed to yourself. I love Lloyd and everything, but when we’re all together the cats sleep with me and it gets kinda crowded on my side. However, since the current situation was starting to feel more like we were housemates than spouses, I think I have a prototype.
These are the twin beds in the downstairs guest room. Mine is propped up at an with concrete blocks, and Lloyd’s is flat, but has some 2×4 pieces under the legs so that my incline isn’t so noticeable. (My diagram makes it look like the head of his bed is on a block, too. It isn’t – I goofed up the drawing.) It took nearly an hour and a half of finagling to get them just right, and I ripped my shirt crawling around underneath, but I’m pleased with the result. The best part? I’m back in a room with a t.v.! The downside? I messed up – I’m supposed to be on the left. I’m not fixing it.
