A Bit of Perspective.

Just sitting in my sisters new apartment. she has graduated from the student household stage, right into her own 'grown up apartment' shared solely by her man and the dog.
Her old place had that feeling of cheap incense and all the table cloths were from vinnies. That however is not a downer on her cottage/share household, it was just time to grow up.
All is good and well, except the sister has left me with no bedroom and the dog is now not allowed to sleep in the master bed, deeply to her dismay.
I have a loyal mattress on the floor fitted with  Little Mermaid covers. Leica (the dog) only has a hard leather couch to confined too, no soft Sheridan sheets or cossy bottoms to snuggle up to late at night.