I had to troubleshoot the bed yesterday. We got new phones, and in my usual yank-on-things-till-they-come-free fervor, I pulled the power cord out of the bed controller. We could still adjust the position, but we couldn’t adjust the firmness. Ordinarily, we don’t adjust that very often, but the remote yells that something is wrong. Lion wanted it fixed. He must have asked me three or four times if I fixed it. Was it that urgent? I guess so.

Crawling around on the floor trying to reach bed components is not my idea of a good time. It took me three tries before I even figured out what the problem was. Then I had to crawl around more to fix it. All of this with the dog jumping on me, and it was hot, and I was ready to throw the entire bed out the window. By the time I was done, I was very sweaty and tired of being on the floor, then standing then being on the floor, then standing. But the bed worked again.

Dinner was easy. I bought some fried chicken on my way home from running to the office. It was no big deal putting that together. But the damage was done. I was wiped out from the bed and the dog. I didn’t have any energy left for Lion. We snuggled a bit and held hands, but nothing more. By bedtime, my left arm was angry with me. Too many times reaching and yanking and pulling and pushing. I took Tylenol, but it was a rough night. It still hurts a bit today, even with Tylenol, but I should be okay for Lion play time later.

Don’t tell Lion this, but I was planning on riding him last night before the whole bed fiasco. I promised him I’d do it for his birthday way back in October, but I never did. I thought maybe it was time for me to keep my promise. Fingers crossed that my legs won’t be later. Wink, wink.

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