With a 99 cent shower curtain and a 42" inch plasma TV, it appears that TC and I have struck on a good balance on getting our little apartment set-up for the important stuff. Like some mad race, I've hurried to get everything in place as quickly as possible. The weekend was stressful, but the place is livable.
TC has been quite domesticated, putting the queer touch on things, organizing my clutter, our little home is nicely coming into shape. He insisted on this huge wooden floor mirror for the bedroom (dirty little tiger), little good it's done him, I've fallen dead asleep in seconds each night exhausted.
So we're making progress, I'm sleeping like a log, TC all curled up next to me purring away. My wife has sent a number of cooking magazines and kitchen tips to TC who is eager to please me with his skills (assuming he doesn't kill me with his cooking first).
I'm used to being with someone and no doubt, having TC here has severely reduced the pain. He seems contented as well (watching "Housewives of Orange County" as we speak, gag). We continue to turn the pages together.