No word from the bank yet – obviously – so this is how I’m dealing with the stress.
Yesterday I went through some books, picking out the ones I absolutely want to keep. Last night I drank some Scotch, hung out with my friend Celeste, and read part of a history of apocalyptic prophesies. So far today I have cleaned things in this apartment that have never been cleaned before. Seriously. This must be how real grown-ups clean their homes, on their hands and knees with Mr. Clean and a scrub brush. I cleaned out the cupboard under the sink, which sounds like nothing but was most definitely difficult, very dirty, and extremely necessary.
I’ve run out of cleaning steam, though there’s lots more to do; in a little while I have a meeting to go to, then I suppose it’s Scotch again. Or maybe ice cream. Or both.
Will post the results tomorrow…