Going
The couches are listed on FB. I've had a couple of nibbles but we'll see if they pan out.
If nothing happens in a week or so... I may skip right to the part where I phone the Furniture Bank to arrange for a pickup. They'll send burly lads to do all the hauling, clean 'em up and send them on to someone who really needs 'em, and then give me a tax receipt for an in-kind donation at generous valuation.
If it comes to that, they'll get the coffee table, the TV bench, and the bedframe, too.
Hopefully they'll pick up during the final week of December, otherwise I'll be spending the last few days in this place sleeping on a mattress on the floor, watching a TV also sitting on the floor, while I perch in the only chair left.
In the listing I called the blue couch "my favourite piece of furniture I've ever owned", and that's not an exaggeration for marketing purposes. The Eames lounger, the Aeron chair, the curved-headboard bed, they're all good, but man, that couch is great. Comfy without too much sink, wears like iron, doesn't creak. For the space I originally had it in, the perfect size (my current living room arrangement is literally my California living room transported here).
It's not perfect: the bump out is one long cushion which is constantly needing to be pushed back in. Without a cushion behind the head the angle of the back is a bit off for the ideal lounging angle. But these are nits.
But we can't keep things forever, and that goes double for large pieces of soft furniture. I'd like to say I'll miss it when it's gone but... well, experiences are fickle. Perhaps I'll think of it 25 years from now. Even though I liked now-departed my vintage green sectional a lot, I'm not sure I ever think of it idly at all.
One can only hope the next couch will be as good.