Life goes on, even in the midst of tragedy. And I had a welcome dose of regular life tonight.
My wife and I were sitting in bed and watching television, when all of a sudden...
The bed dropped about 5 cm. There was a pause of a few seconds, then...
The bed dropped yet again.
An investigation of the wooden frame revealed a rail supporting the springs and mattress had cracked. Our bed was previously owned by my inlaws; it was a wedding present to them nearly 35 years ago.
I'm guessing age plus the dry winter air made the wood brittle, and it just gave way. My wife and I will sleep in the guest bedroom (which is really more of a museum of my dirty clothes) until I can repair our bed this weekend.
My wife is a morning person. I'm a night person. Her mood at 10 p.m. is similar to mine at 5 a.m.: surly, confused and not exactly fit for human interaction. I put her to bed a minute ago and am hoping she falls asleep before she remembers that our guest bed is AS HARD AS A ROCK.