I wonder why my brain doesn't work around questions of furniture. It occurs to me lately that I could live in this small apartment better with simple stuff like shelves and side tables. I honestly don't think it's because I'm cheap; I think there's some part of the brain involving spatial relationships that's missing. Or I guess it's mostly inactive. I have bought and used shelves in the past. So it can be done. I just mostly don't. Of course, having cats might have something to do with this. One does get used to the idea that stuff that can be jumped or climbed on is best avoided. But maybe the cats or I are evolving.
Forgive goofiness. I had curry for lunch and am extra double sleepy. If this wasn't in English, all apologies.
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