Tim had a party to attend. I stayed behind. I had a list of things to be done at the apartment before I leave Monday morning.
I went first to have a key made for the front door for the new tenant. I stopped for a sandwich. I checked the thrift shop and found four cute sundresses for my grand daughter, along with four books.
I headed back to the apartment and got down to work, vacuuming the cold air returns, hand scrubbing old paint splatters from a plank floor, removing the stickers from the new windows with a razor blade. It was not a long list, but it was important.
I was supposed to be meeting up with the new tenant at 2 to give him the keys so that he begin moving his things in. It's a big change for him, but I must say that he seems to have made his peace with it. He even seems as if he might be excited about it all. I showed him the receptacle Tim would be replacing and he asked if Tim would mind putting up some miniblinds for him. He said, "You all have done a lot of work for me and I appreciate it."
I helped him haul his things in and then he headed back home. I headed home too.
I had laundry and packing to do. William and I are headed east, and I'm grateful for the break. Tim couldn't relax for a week if his life depended on it. He gets restless, so he's staying behind. He's got a deck to work on, and no real rush to get it done. He's got some pests to eradicate at the retirement property and some brush hogging he's anxious to get done.
We talked about it last night in bed, how great it was that suddenly, the pressure is just gone. We both agreed that it feels wonderful to have our life back again. When we fell asleep, we slept soundly. No one woke up in the middle of the night. We slept for 11 hours. I can't even tell you the last time THAT happened.