Maybe it's more of the house, not just the bed

I've been sleeping in the guest room (what was Flo's room when she lived here) for over a month now. I am not sleeping any better, possibly not worse. I don't remember an Arthur dream since the gun on the bus nightmare. Last night I dreamed that a friend of mine was dying in one bedroom while his father was dying in the other. Friend's mother was living across the street instead of with us/them. This does not reflect reality - most of my friend's health issues have involved his back, specifically disks and vertebrae. His father lived to be 102, but has been gone for a long time, and his mother died much before that (f*ck cancer).
I'm still attending the weekly Zoom meetings with Arthur's family. One of the brothers was joking about making a bachelor meal while sister-in-law is away for a business trip. I said that I cook but as a bachelorette I mostly eat standing at the counter (not specifically over the sink, except for peaches) or I take the food upstairs to eat while on the laptop. I only rarely eat at the kitchen table (never the dining room table). Oldest brother suggested buying a new kitchen table, with the implication that it's memories of shared meals that is deterring me. Huh. I had suggested to Arthur that he take the table, but he doesn't want it either.

In this country, the purse strings and the puppet strings are the same

Subject line was from Trae Crowder.

This was Lexington Center (by the famous green) this afternoon, a person pointing out that we already fought against having a king. Apparently there is a weekly protest on Wednesday mornings, but she was there by herself at about 4 PM.