I am in negotiations with one of the unions this week, so I had my phone turned off. I could just see myself sitting there at the BIG table and my Nextel Direct Connect (like a walkie talkie) goes off, "SHEPPARD! I'm taking a KNIFE to the Waterbed!!".
When I got home, Jane had left for Bible Study and taken Casey with her, since I was running late. There was fiber filled matress pieces over by the trash cans, but I did notice that they were not still self contained.
Inside the bedroom the floor was damp (but not soaking wet). She had already started to put the new matress together. It is a very new fangled set of air matresses that was really expensive. It has two heavy duty air bags, covered by thick memory foam, all ziped inside a thick matress cover. Once it is together it looks just like an expensive conventional matress, but you each have a control to make your side of the bed firmer or softer. Even at the most firm setting, the memory foam follows the contour of your body.
Anyway, I went ahead and finished installing the system, and got the bed made before she came home. I had no idea what kind of horror story had developed, although it was pretty obvious from what I saw out at the trash cans that there had been a knife involved, and I did notice disposable cups all around the room.
I've slept on waterbeds since I was a teenager, and I've emptied matresses many times. But never one of these waveless fiber filled ones with coils and all kinds of stuff inside. That one was a last ditch effort, a few years ago, to keep ourselves on water. But, both of our backs are just getting too bad.
The new bed really is nice, I've slept very well the last two nights, which surprises me, since I almost never sleep well the first night in a hotel on a new (firm) bed.