I'll bet you're wondering why I've included this photo of a wall. I thought you might like to see it because it's the wall that I've nominated as my official head-banging wall. Today I discovered that we've been delayed for another week, when we'd just gotten everything organized to move this weekend. Sigh.

Since this keeps happening, I decided that I should find a good place to pound my head.

It was originally going to be the one on the second floor near the bathroom. I figured on especially bad days I could get a running start from the top of the stairs and bash it really hard. But I ended up choosing this one because it's in a corner out of everyone's way and I have the optional sharp edge.

In fact, it was ideal to hurl myself on after using my new wall. I confess. It helped. It's a nice bed. (Of course, I could start dwelling on the saga of the dimwit salesman who sold it to us and his many and varied screwups, but then I'd get all tense again.)

It's here, it's soft, and someday we'll get to sleep on it.