Sicko

Brian has a disorder. I'm pretty sure it's genetic because I've heard that his mom is afflicted with it as well. I don't know the official term for it, but I think it may be called "room-rearrangitis". People who suffer from this disorder are compelled to rearrange the furniture in a room much more frequently than the normal person. We've lived in this apartment a little over one year and our living room has had three or four distinctly different furniture configurations. I thought the living/dining room was the only room that allowed for furniture manipulation because the master bedroom has built-in furniture on two of the three usable walls, the spare bedroom is my temporary sewing space so there's not much furniture in there, and the kitchen... well, who rearranges the kitchen.

But last week Brian's room-rearragitis flared up again and I learned that my assumption about the living/dining room was wrong. You see, last week, Brian moved our entire living room into the spare room. Now our living/dining room is just a dining room. Well, it's actually just a room with a big table in it because we never actually dine there. And the spare/sewing room is now a spare/sewing/living room. It may sound odd -- to have the living room in the spare room -- but I have to admit, I like it.