(Drumming fingers on desk impatiently.)
As you may know, if you’ve read this blog before, I’ve been living couch-less for several months after I started an ill-concieved plan to replace my old futon frame. After removing portions of the frame from my living room, procrastination (and budget issues) left most of its pieces in the hallway, gathering dust.
But the Couch Crisis will soon be at an end. Within hours — or possibly even minutes — the IKEA delivery van will drop off my new “MYSINGE” sofa. Already I’m looking forward to lounging, sogging, slouching, vegetating, lolling, and maybe even a bit of layabouting.
What? “Layabouting” is a perfectly cromulent word.
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Update…
K’plagh! After a pitched battle with strangely-shaped pieces of unusual cunning, I am victorious! I have assembled the couch and am now typing this blog entry with the laptop perched on the side table. Tonight, I celebrate with a barrel of blood wine and live gagh.