Painting a sorry picture

Trying to sleep embryonically over a sofa's width no more than the girth of one's waist resulted in aches and pains in parts of the body one was previously unacquainted with

There have been times when I’ve slept on the couch for being in the marital doghouse, but the circumstances this time were as different as they were prolonged. Some weeks ago, the painters moved in and occupied the house. Their KRA was to do the rooms one at a time to cause least disruption, but theory and reality rarely coalesce. They began, strangely, with the bathrooms, citing seepage for the removal of geysers (that have still to be put back), then the banishing of artworks and furniture to the basement, the stowing away of televisions and other electronics, till none