It’s my back. Really.

Just an update:

So the story is the?#&!@ dog put a huge hole in our bed, right? So we can’t=
get to sleep properly last night, with Ger doing experimental patches on t=
get to sleep properly last night, with Ger doing experimental patches on t=
he hole. She’s the inventive one, so I could hardly contest; but it soon de=
flated itself and our backs met the bed rim hours before we were due to wak=
e up.

Lunch found us in a nearby mall then, after arriving from work this morning=
and our hopes crushed seeing the bed deflated still. According to the dire=
and our hopes crushed seeing the bed deflated still. According to the dire=
ctions, we should place it under pressure or anything heavy for 24 hours up=
until it’s useable again. We couldn’t wait 24 hours. We want our bed back.=
until it’s useable again. We couldn’t wait 24 hours. We want our bed back.=
Obviously, none of those are going to work out.
Obviously, none of those are going to work out.

So we bought a mattress. Actually, it feels rather temporary, and Ger’s sti=
ll aiming at having the airbed fixed. Sigh. To think we live near Evangelis=
ta, which is a near haven for cars ala Banawe and with vulcanizing stores e=
verywhere, and yet none of them could fix it because it’s nylon. You gotta =
see the irony of that.

Right now, we’re looking forward to sleeping. Finally. I’ll tell you guys w=
hen the dog is finally up for sale. Kthanxbai. =