for each overly full place ...

There is a corresponding empty space.  Or at least so one should wish.  I have emptied one side of the small bedroom and moved the wardrobe into its almost final space.  I am going to put it a bit catty corner so the whole room doesn't look so sadly rectangular.  But nothing is final til the painting.  Rafael can't do anything til a week from Saturday, so I have 10 more days of this chaos, alas. 

The other side looks like this... not been touched as far as moving goes, though it is a bit messier than it was before this all started. 

To move this stuff I have to disassemble the bed.

To disassemble the bed I need to be stronger than I think I am, but I am going to give it the old college try probably Thursday or so.  The bookcases in the picture above go where the bed is now, so it has to go away before I can move them. 

The new mattress has been purchased and is supposed to be here 30 minutes ago.  Nothing in NY happens when promised.  They will take the old mattress away with them, so I will be sleeping on the new one tonight somewhere  somewhere  ... sounds like a song from West Side Story, no?