There are a few small things left to do at the house. I just couldn't get everything out of there. I moved a table out to the garage, where it now sits next to a ladder. But the inside of the house is completely bare and all cleaned up and shiny thanks to Taylor, the cleaning lady who did an absolutely awesome job.

The buyers did their walk-through last night. I assume they liked what they saw. The house is probably cleaner now than it's ever been. Back when we moved in, the person who had lived there did some cleaning, but it was still pretty bad. After we moved all our stuff in there, it became impossible to really clean everything like it needed.  Not impossible, but, you know, improbable.

I left there last night after stopping by to check that they turned out all the lights and didn't set the thermostat to 83 or anything. There was a moment when I was sad to leave--especially now that it is really really a very very nice house with everything all fixed and then all cleaned up--but the future has a stronger pull.

I had dinner at Cancun Fiesta Fresh, a Mexican restaurant in Westport. I believe "hole in the wall" is the phrase. It is possibly the most unassuming place I've ever eaten at. The food is pretty good, except often when they bring it out and it's not very hot. The people there are very nice. Not sure why they don't heat their plates up like every other Mexican restaurant.

I don't have a lot of energy to spare for ambition. I placed the stereo components where I think they should go, but I didn't hook anything up. I was going to get the TV set working, but I don't care enough about it to go through that procedure right now. Plus, I'm not sure I'll be able to find my new digital antenna.

Yesterday I discovered that my apartment doesn't have enough closets. It has one closet. I used to have all my clothes in three closets. Not that I wore all of them all the time. Seasonal. I need to figure out what to do. How do people live with one closet? I'm not even a snappy dresser. I'm a poor excuse for a dresser, as a matter of fact. I dress exactly like I did when I first got out of high school, back when dinosaurs ruled the Earth. Pretty much. I have no sense of fashion, and I am still wearing shirts that I've owned for decades. In some cases, I suppose, even I realize I need to do something here--I no longer wear extra-large, but now have to find larges that are cut slightly big. Extra larges kind of drape off of me. Even as I write this I'm not sure if that's OK. Like I said, I have no fashion sense whatsoever. Maybe I only deserve one closet.

That's about it. I woke up this morning kind of refreshed. Today I go to the title company and do my end of the paperwork for the house sale. Mentally, I am already quite out of there. I accomplished one of my goals of selling and leaving my house in good condition so as not to do to "my" buyers what my seller did to me and I still made a small profit, and my cats are adjusting nicely. I'm a lucky man, actually.