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We still do a few things in Boston, Franklin
We have a bed. Our futon is now on a frame. It is an actual futon frame, not a several-times-handed-down slat bed or a jerry-rigged situation with plywood. It was immediately comfortable when we fell over onto it. I don't think it's only because I've been awake now for twelve hours with about an hour of sleep before that, either. In celebration: ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
strange_selkie directed me to this cover. Years of exposure to 1776 conditioned my instant response:
FRANKLIN THEN ELECTRIFIED THE PARTY WITH HIS MIRACULOUS LIGHTNING ROD, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
strange_selkie directed me to this cover. Years of exposure to 1776 conditioned my instant response:
FRANKLIN THEN ELECTRIFIED THE PARTY WITH HIS MIRACULOUS LIGHTNING ROD, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
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It has been stupidly complicated to get a permanent bed into this house. I am really looking forward to sleeping on this one. It had better not presage any ironic reversals of fate, is all I'm saying!
As for the latter...yes, unfortunately, I do.
(I can't decide if I am hoping more that this book is a perfectly functional period mystery that got stuck with an amazingly trashy cover or that it is as amazingly trashy as its cover. I feel like either one, considered from certain directions, would be a win.)