Dave and I have been arguing for ages about the merits of furniture rearrangement. I grew up in a household where we rearranged furniture almost monthly, and I did the same thing in my college apartment. However, since I've lived in Seattle, I haven't really bothered moving things around, largely because their original arrangement seemed like the best one. When my mother was visiting a couple of summers ago, we rearranged the living room, but everything else has stayed as it was. But I digress. Dave did not grow up in a family where furniture moving was a frequent occurrence, and he really couldn't understand the point. We got into it again while having brunch at a friend's house on Sunday, and I resolved that we were going to rearrange the bedroom, if only to move my nightstand to the other side of the bed so I could switch sides such that maybe Oliver would stop harassing me for food at 5:15 in the morning (I'll be sure to let you all know how well that works out.). Well, to make a long story short, Dave ended up getting quite into the process and now the bedroom is completely different: I realize hardly any of you know how it was before, but I figured my mother would appreciate this, and she's one of my most loyal readers! And I know how she likes furniture at angles, because she put my couch at one! Dave even has his own reading area so he doesn't have to read in bed when he has insomnia. Apparently he would rather read sitting up...We have a nice symmetrical wall of furniture, which appeals to me because of the varying heights. We'll see how we like this. Last night it was hard sleeping on the wrong side of the bed!