Thursday. I slept in a little bit, and I probably needed it. Shawshank texted me as I was just poking my head out of my blanket cocoon. We chatted for a while before he had to head out to the farm for the day. At that point, I went upstairs and did a proper workout.
We’re seeing an increase in Covid-19 cases in the area. Worse, we’ve seen an increase in fucking idiots who come in who are supposed to be quarantining. They closed down at least one pharmacy within a 5 minute drive from my pharmacy this week. We expected to see a few extra patients, but it didn’t seem to bad yesterday. Who knows what today will bring?
I need to email the agent about the house this morning. We need to plan to meet up. Ideally, it would be next week. That would give me the weekend to clean out a lot of the stuff and tidy. Whether or not I can do it before or after trash day is another question entirely. My biggest question, aside from how much we might expect to see in a sale, would be how long it might take. Unless the furniture I’ve listed sells, the budget won’t let me stay any longer. If she thinks she can sell it quickly, I’ll put my notice in at work, clean things out, and head south.
The less time I spend here, the better. I’d love to just leave with my 170 hours of vacation hours and hope that would cover the mortgage while it’s on the market.
