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futon be gone Work went smooth enough for being my first night back, which was unexpected and nice at the same time. Part of me had thought that there might be some fallout from an incident on Saturday. Once again there had been a small problem with the weekly backup that I am supposed to do and it didn't happen. This makes two weekends in a row where we didn't get a good backup. My first sign that there might be trouble was the slap on the wrist email that I got from my boss with some subtle hints to not let it happen again. So I was bracing myself when the morning crew started to trickle in for the day. Then once they were settled in and ready to start the day, there wasn't any mention of the failed backup and the final hour and a half of my day ended peacefully. It was almost a little too odd with all of the good-natured joking going on amongst us when I left. Before I fell asleep, I got an email from my parents asking if it was okay to bring the mattress over that I had bought from them. They had been storing in Hope's room, but since she is coming home tomorrow they wanted to get rid of it. Naturally I said that was fine and got to work rearranging my bedroom to make room for the new bed. Ever since I have been out of college I've slept on a futon and I'm not really sure why. Buying a real bed was never that big of a priority for me. It wasn't that space was an issue, because all of the places that I've lived in after college had plenty of room. I think that at the time the futon just seemed to match my lifestyle. It was simple, compact and all that I needed. The only exception would be the time that I lived with Brenda, because there was no way that she was going to sleep on a futon. Her back would never be able to take it and we used her bed. It really wasn't that big of an issue for me. After getting a mere three hours of sleep I waited for my dad to arrive with the mattress and tried to figure out how we were going to get it upstairs. There were two options. One of them was to squeeze it up through the narrow stairwell or else try hoisting it up over my porch on the second floor. The stairwell option seemed less risky with only two people and we tried that option first. Within minutes we managed to get the bed wedged on the lower landing of the stairs and gave up to try the other option. With the help of my downstairs neighbors the job was done in less than a minute and required far less effort than trying to shove it up the winding stairwell. With my bed in place all that I wanted to do was go back to sleep, but it didn't happen. While I was lying there, I could hear my neighbors arguing downstairs. Then after some slammed doors, I hear the lawnmower start up in the backyard. I guess someone needed to work out some aggression and thought that the grass made a good target. Unfortunately their squabble cost me my sleep and most of my good mood for the day.
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