Yesterday it was Trading Spaces, today it was the Queer Eye marathon (in between bouts of grading and reading). It’s not that I have some kind of weird fetish for interior design and reality TV, but on the other hand Chris and I have this huge apartment that offers options for furnishing and ecorating, and we haven’t done a whole lot with it yet. The room with my desk and bookshelves (is it an office? a library? a den?) is nearly the same size as the entire apartment I used to live in, and it’s not even the biggest of the (three) bedrooms. Then there’s the kitchen and the living room. I’ve gone from having all my worldly possessions crammed into a space barely big enough for myself to sharing with one person a space big enough for four or more. It’s an incredible relief to be able to actually walk around the aparment instead of picking my way along little goat paths traced through piles of books and furniture. I think another trip to IKEA is probably in our near future, but until then, I’ve got my catalogs and my decorating shows and a ton of space to work with, so I’m a happy camper.