Bah

I scurried home extra early today to show the condo, and it seems I misunderstood the agent's accent - thursday, not today.

Well, I needed the kick in the pants to clear up - I hadn't fully made the bed or cleared last night's dishes; I'd gotten in a slump over the weekend when there were no calls, but I should be ready to let people in the door the moment I come home if necessary.

Well, aside from hiding the litterbox in the basement, but that's a matter of moments.

Late, but not unwanted

So, *two* *hours* later, the real estate guys shows up. After I've given up and started laundry and dishes and just changed into comfy pants.

Ah well. Guy and his college-age daughter - took a couple pictures for his wife, so that's a good sign.

Buy it! Buy my place now!

And in the meantime, I'll just fondle the new sock yarn that showed up in the mail.

Mmmm. Sock yarn.