This afternoon, my and Jayne's brand new bed arrived; it was assembled and now graces our upstairs bedroom.
Which means that my old bed -- the one I've had since 1993 -- has been taken apart for the last time and now sits in pieces outside our home, waiting for the garbage men to come and cart it away.
That bed survived fifteen years, nine moves, four cities, three wives, two dogs, countless ecstasy-induced multiple-partner encounters, and a hell of a lot of otherwise drunk, angry or just plain deviant sexual behavior.
But alas, the time has come to finally say a fond farewell to it.
Rest in peace, old friend.
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