Things are getting desperate. Two days ago we sold our dining room table and chairs so we set up a folding table and folding chairs. This morning we sold the folding table and chairs. In a few minutes people are coming to pick up our two sofas and our bed frame. We’re left with two bar stools and a futon on the floor, which is funny because when I met Jack I was sleeping on a futon on the floor. He insisted we get a bed and for the last 21 years he’s boasted, “I got you up off the floor!”
And here we are, back on the floor for a few days, and with nowhere to sit and a dwindling number of lamps. Still, there’s an awful lot of flotsam about and much more to do. We’ll get there. We have to.