Don't worry about the room. Look at the birch tree and the way it catches the light. (Lying in my bed, set up in the living room) I have the pleasure of spending hours looking at this scene. I had to snap it with the lens available because for the time being that's how life is: just be grateful for what you have, and indeed I found I am rich in friends.
In Russia there is tradition of painting gorgeous miniatures on little lacquered papier machee boxes. There are, I recall, three distinct styles (names escape me) and I collected them when I travelled on business to Russia.
The birch tree and everything about it captures those lovely paintings that are so uniquely Russian.
For those of you who worry about me: I am now learning to walk again and trying to bring my useless shoulder back to its normal power and range of movement. My right leg is re-inforced with a very long titanium metal bar, and this is screwed into my hip to stop the leg dropping off! At least that's what the x-ray looked like when I saw it. It was indeed a "nasty fall".
In a month from now I hope to be "normal". Thanks for all your kind wishes.