Can't Talk Now, Sleeping

We've succumbed to the lure to immediately purchase a bed. Tino was coming down with a cold, and sleeping on a futon on the floor was resulting in him NOT sleeping. Sleep deprivation is the utmost cruelty, in my mind, and I know that if it were me, I'd be throwing a fit...so, we bought a bed. Me? I can sleep on the ground in a tent outside, so clearly, the surface doesn't matter to me as long as it's firm.

We were going to wait for the Gomer Bolstrood[1] furniture, but we wanted a bed right now, that night. That means we bought a bed at IKEA. And of course, we had to compromise because they were out of the bed we wanted (Sundnes). We got Hovik instead, but it's a king and it's comfy.

(quit reading now if astrological content offends or bores you)

Assembling the bed was another one of those opportunities for our moons to clash. Basically, my moon needs playtime. If that big baby Aries moon doesn't get what it wants, I get *really* bitchy. It's not that I can't do hard work. I certainly can, have and do. It's more that I need breaks for fun or a carrot at the end of the stick (usually, a nice meal, I'm a Cancer with Taurus Rising, after all). Tino, on the other hand, has a taskmaster of a moon (Capricorn), and he just goes and goes and goes until he drops. This is bad, because he tends to get frustrated easily when he's that tired, and he can't walk away until it's done, come hell or highwater.

Luckily, all our Venuses and Marses are all in the same sign, Gemini.