Weirder, my rhythms are changing. I don't know if it's the heightened sense of place or just being outside of the clutter (yes, the room is still something of a disaster...), but I seem to be sleeping better and I've been waking up before my alarm. Even while I'm awake, my mind has been quieter. I'm happier to read, and I can only think that it has something to do with needing fewer flashing lights and raucous sounds to drown out the infernal conversation that goes on in my head.
I do have new parts for the frame, and sometime soon I'll get to making the necessary repairs. I'm thinking it might also be worth having a look at the rest of the room, too. Repairs can be made, and bits and pieces that have resisted being sorted out will find themselves with new homes. Has to be done. Has to.