Slept really well last night, cat between my knees until about 3AM, when both he and D got up. D came back to bed, but then Moby walked on him, purring like distant crickets, insisting on his company for a late night snack. Both back and asleep, more comfortably beside me, when I got up about 0830. They made up their last hour while I read my morning comics and watched a show about people re decorating old homes. My neck does feel better, the pillow helped.
If we had a house, with all our current stuff, I'm sure a newer owner would want everything different. Assume we had no taste, no style. I love all our random colors, and I think it works for us, but I would not defend it as a "style." More a matter of getting what we like, and all together - it expresses our journey. We got a lot of items because we could afford them, and they've earned a place here by being useful for so long.
Assemble yourself cheap-o faux wood desks excepted. No matter, most of them have broken along the way anyway.
Moby still loves the stool I picked up for $5 when the hospital got new staff room furniture a decade ago. One day I'll refinish the wood and properly upholster it. Have to learn how first.
Also, the dishwasher freaked out on us, and the maintenance guy gave us some good info on the probable reasons why, involving using the detergent as instructed, which is actually too much. So I did some research, and am going to try some non-commercial solutions. Will let you know, if and when, I actually try it.
Moby is sitting on the stool, washing his face, right next to D. Relegated there after trying to sit on the computer D is using to write some music this morning. They seem to have come to an understanding.