Tuesday Troubles

At 4:30am my cell phone rang.  It was Todd.  He was standing at the door to my hotel room.  It had taken him until 3:30am to unload the trailer by himself and then he drove the hour back to North County.  How, I have no idea, he looked like one of the people from the movie Night of the Living Dead.

I let him in and we were both asleep in minutes.

At 7:30am I started coaching calls, enjoyed a shower, then left at 10:45am for what was supposed to be a 10-minute walk-thru at 11am with the property manager, but turned into an all-day event because I hadn't cleaned the stove and he was going to charge me an outrageous minimum if he had to bring in a cleaning crew for ANY reason and he seemed to be nit-picking for a reason to do so--commenting on the water stain line in one of the toilets, noting a quarter of an inch line of soap scum on the edge of the glass shower door, and saying the inside of the freezer didn't look like it had been cleaned.  I was happy I had been so particular when doing the inital walk thru with him or I'm positive I would've been charged for things that were there before I had moved in.

I had to drop by the hotel to check out and put all of the perishable items I'd taken from the fridge and freezer into Todd's car since they didn't fit the night before.

A trip to the Dollar Store for cleaning products (and Rubio's for lunch since I was so sick of  Subway) since we'd already moved all of ours.  Four hours later I finally left my townhouse for good.  After all the issues I'd had there--with the inital mold and then the massive contruction the past several months, I will not miss that place.

(Photo is of rotten wood in entry steps of old townhouse.)