A hard day's work

Today, cymrullewes¹ and I:

• completely disassembled our bed
• removed the single three-drawer storage unit and blank platform from beneath it
• carried the storage unit up to the third floor to go under the Dread Pirate Bignum's bed
• repaired and assembled four three-drawer storage units that we got off Freecycle yesterday

• reassembled the bed on top of the new-to-us storage units, and bolted everything together
• disassembled the futon frame from the livingroom and carried it down to the garage
• cleaned it
• repaired it
• painted it midnight blue (first coat)

And twilight, actually, came quite some time ago.  It's full dark now.

The newly-rebuilt bed, incidentally, is exactly forty two inches tall (measured to sheet height).  There is undoubtedly some Adamsian cosmic significance in this.  (The drawers and cymrullewes' pillow are not yet in place in this photo.)

[1]  cymrullewes disclaims that she did an even share of this work.  She's correct:  She also did several loads of laundry, got the kids to [mostly] clean their rooms, made supper, made up the bed with the new silver-grey 500-count pima cotton sheets we just got from bed Bath & Beyond, and a couple other things I'm too tired to bring to mind.  But to get even, I just rebuilt a torchiére light that blew its lamp socket into little tiny charred bits, around a new ceramic socket, which necessitated fabricating a hybrid threaded pipe nipple to hold the whole assembly together.