After over 10 years, it was time to bid farewell to my old mattress. It’s been through a lot with me; recovering from divorce, illnesses, loves, hates, and new locations. But the firm was gone. In fact, it was downright wobbly.
So welcome New Mattress!
It’s nice and firm, with a bit of memory foam stuff on top that I’m still getting used to.
But daaaamn is it high up! I have to scooch & hop to get up. (That didn’t happen at the store; apparently my bed is higher than their frames.)
Made up fully, it’s like Killamanjaro:
But I think I’ll get the hang of it. Perhaps I should have looked into a thinner boxspring? Naaah.
Kitties are freaked the hell out. Tippi, of course, is the first to break here fear spiral.
After a bit, she decided that the best way to check out New Mattress is the old fashioned way.
No word from Manny. Guessing he’s picking up the organs he plotzed.
I’m totally counting this as a resolution achieved, even though I think I forgot to list it. But my back – which has been hating the old mattress – thinks New Mattress definitely counts as an achievement.