Touch of grey

First of all, I know this isn't most Deadheads' favorite song, but it is from the '80s, which means I am contractually obligated to link to it.

Second, the process of turning my apartment and/or flat into a home took a significant turn this weekend. I also found out what everyone in Prague does on a Saturday. The tourists go to Old Town Square, and the locals go to Ikea. Now that I am among the latter, I took it upon myself to buy a couch for the bedroom, which, thanks to the TV, also doubles as the common room.

Before. I wonder if I get to chew this, Baldy asks himself.

After.

For those of you keeping score -- and seriously, why wouldn't you be? -- the bedroom/common room now has a printer, a second-hand table for said printer, a TV, a TV stand (actually an unwanted wooden stand from the hallway), a second-hand bedside table, and a couch with distinctively non-matching furry brown cushions.

The other side of the room, where I would be able not only to watch live sporting events
on TV but also on the laptop, if such a thing didn't violate copyright laws,
which of course it does, so therefore I would never do such a thing.

The room awaits the final piece. See cardboard top on Baldy's kennel? Guess what goes on top of it. Go on, guess. Hint: Not the works of Dostoevsky. Or a plant.