Nexus

It is all, or mostly, coming together tomorrow. The carpenter installed the handrail for the basement stairs today. It's a dandy. I should have done that sixteen years ago. I moved everything out of the house except a desk chair and a bucket with cleaning supplies in it--and all the trash and junk I intend to throw away. Someone is coming tomorrow to pick that up. The foundation repair crew is coming also to finish the last task of bracing one of the basement walls. Two people are coming to clean the house. Later in the afternoon the buyer is doing a "walk through," the purpose of which is unknown to me, but I suspect it's a psychological thing. At that point, as best I can tell, everything will be done but the paperwork. That will happen the 23rd and the 28th.

I am home. That means the apartment. I've hit the big time, as I am living on Broadway now. What can I say?  It's all very edgy.

While unloading my car a while ago, I met my downstairs neighbor and her boyfriend out in the parking lot. Her name is Allison, and her boyfriend's name is Darwin.  I was relieved to see how pleasant they were, and to learn that Allison gets up as early as I do and I won't bother her by walking around on the creaking floor above her head at six in the ayem.

Umal and L-bot, the unidentical twins, are roaming about the place, finding new things to jump up onto, various things to pull on and try to tip over, and generally moving ceaselessly like sharks. It's probably a good thing that they don't weigh enough to make the floor creak. While they are doing that I am trying to figure out how not to move, but I have to put some more stuff away before I could possibly get into bed.