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Rain For The Weekend I guess the landlords checked out the termites in the building (I've never seen any, but they like an inspector to agree on paper so they can sue someone if they show up after the sale.) and I assume they didn't notice the larger firework pieces I hid in the clothes hamper or the package of rockets tucked under the sweaters on the top shelf. The cat seemed unconcerned, taking his time to emerge from the bedroom and request he be fed, so I assume he got along with them when they arrived in the morning. Dumb, thinking anyone might be interested in my clothes hampers. Dumb, I guess, having a package of rockets on the closet shelf. From my standpoint the place looks good. The counters are clean, the dishes done, the books and magazines are off the floor and the bed looks, well, habitable. I'll drop the vacuum cleaner off for some minor adjustments and pick up some bags. See if I can't get rid of some of the spots. I'll think about getting rid of the spots. Actually, I'll get the bags for the vacuum cleaner and adjust it myself. Tomorrow. Sun during the week, rain for the weekend. Shit. |
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