I am bummed that I am spending my last day off worrying about my rental house. I know, I am choosing to worry. I am trying very hard not to worry. I got the phone call that I was expecting today from my tenants. Their new apartment smells like cats so the carpets will be cleaned tomorrow and it needs a new fridge. This, of course, delays their moving out of my house by a day, or two, or three. If they are out by Wednesday I will be ecstatic. If not, I will start the long eviction process.
Enough about that. It's back to work for me tomorrow. I haven't been grocery shopping in weeks and I have very little food but no motivation to go grocery shopping. I think I can survive on spaghetti for lunch every day. Why not give my co-workers something to tease me about in 2009? They think I have strange eating habits anyway.