Pit of Sloth

 What is it, you say?

Why, but one piece of the four-box sofa we bought from Ikea. The last soul-sucking piece of furniture ineluctably purchased from the Swedish master race to prop up the Swedish, Chinese, and Canadian economies. It sleeps two, however, so don't complain future visitors.

All you need to do it yourself: wheels, legs, pins, screws, nuts and bolts, hex wrenches, wordless instructions for the dolt who paid for the pleasure, and a Swiss army knife for wrist slitting.

Putting my graduate degree to use.

Patty helped, too.

Really ordinary udon and tempura from The Sushi House, or some such place in Richmond.

But, it was cheap.


Tune in next week (or so) for the blog where we have the apartment finally put together.