Last night Nick and I traded our sides of the bed for sleeping. First it was a joke, but I stayed put and found out two things.
1) The blankets slide to the right no matter who is on that side. (It isn't just me pulling them.)
2) I sleep with back to Nick no matter what. Privacy, please.
Plus, my dreams were a little weirder. All in all, a pretty fun experiment. But I do like having "my" side to myself. My water and thermometer and fan remote control all on my nightstand.

Our house is slowly getting back into living shape after moving a couple of big pieces in last week. The sofa from Grandma's house smells like a mixture of old smoke and Febreze. I keep the deck door open to let fresh air circulate but I want to let it sit outside for a few days. Everything fits in nicely and our apartment is looking homey and tied together.