Goodnight

As I'm falling asleep on a kitchen table, it occurs to me that maybe I'm not entirely normal. This isn't a troubling thought, except that perhaps sometime in the future I'll probably feel the urge to remark on the behaviors of others, to classify them as odd, and then I'll come back to this moment. 

It's quite cozy. 

And I'm not sleeping on a bare kitchen table; it's the kitchen table I had cut the legs down to make it a giant coffee and/or gaming table. It's a really nice, sturdy table. At least it was. 

It's about a foot and a half high now. It was always cumbersome as a table in my not-very-large house, but it turns out it's the exact right size for a twin mattress. 

The table is 37.5x78 and a twin mattress is 38x74, so almost the exact right size. Very nearly perfect. 

And the queen-sized bed in the next room sits empty. 

My plan for slipping into an austere lifestyle is progressing quite nicely. At this rate, I expect to be insufferable by March, and completely impossible to be around by mid-summer.