Just a day of sick that shall not be detailed here.
Dennis took a call in the morning from Nick the property manager that a real estate agent was coming by to check out the house at 4:30. Good to know so I could have a goal to feel human again by..
House Note: Also after being here for 3 weeks, the shower leaks, there's a wicked draft, you can't walk 3 feet without the floorboards singing you a symphony- that said it's a lovely house, but I don't think I wanna live here.
Dennis took the girls to meet up with Camagna-geddon at West Minster Abby -"they saw dead people".
Nick cancelled coming by, which was a huge relief, because after watching bad tv and eating two biscuits all morning I wasn't moving too far too fast.
Dennis called around 5 and said la familia was coming for dinner. We had pizza in the red room. V showed me his purchase of a rubber bouncing egg he named Jim. To go with his two rubber duckies picked up from British museum.
Tried to blog but wisely went to bed early.
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