I finally found a mattress for my sleeping loft, and today my favorite Canadian lawyer helped me move it to its new home. I’m in the loft now, as a matter of fact, and poor little Simon just doesn’t know what to think. He’s visibly — and audibly — distressed that he can’t figure out how to get up here. Sweet little puddin’s never climbed a ladder before!
Anyway, now it’s time to sleep. Please wish me luck in avoiding smacking my head on the ceiling or falling to my death.