Mom's place is finally rented, if still unoccupied. Of course, there was some last minute drama: it didn't pass inspection the day before the renters wanted to move in. So the property agent rushed through the new firedoor installation, by which I mean she bought it and installed it before taking bids and running them past me. I feel like this may be some sort of scam. A large part of this suspicion is based on the agent never sending me an email without "losing it" in the ether. "It didn't make it? Oh, I'm sure I sent it! I guess it must have just gone missing." The same thing happens to every fax I send her. Mmph. And I was one paycheck away from being out of debt. Mmph.
My house is just filthy. (Not so filthy the city inspection would require that the gutters be power washed, the roof swept free of sticks, and the weeds removed from the driveway, say, but still pretty filthy.) There is yard waste on the patio, a layer of crusty humid dust on the lamps, and so on. Nasty. However, friends are coming by. My plan is to clean one bathroom, wipe grime off one door, and get them drunk.