In an hour and a half, the window opens for the delivery of our new loveseat. Mind you, with my luck it will come closer to 5:00 than to 1:00, but I'm excited nonetheless. Furniture that lives in the space that the delivery will pass through has been shuffled into other rooms, the dust mop has been run over the floor, and there is now yet another piece of heavy furniture that we're collectively too crippled to remove from the house stashed in my kitchen (although I may be able to take that one apart - I discovered screws and plates when I took the cushions out.) If Bob moves the things around that I asked him to, I'm going to ask the delivery guys if they might see fit to carry it out to the garage for me. That way if it's going to either Goodwill or the curb, we don't have to maneuver it down the front walk.
The This End Up furniture is slowly disappearing and being replaced by grown-up furniture. Very exciting.