It has been a bad week. Not like I burned the toast twice and got a flat tire and my PCR failed. Bad enough that I can't make fun or laugh it away.
And, when things quieted down yesterday, I was filled with sadness: over the losses, GreyC, this place, this house, the friends I've made. My fears that my friends will forget me, that I am leaving here for a place where I don't matter to anyone. I blubbered like a ... whale? and laughed like a maniac. It's possible I was hysterical. Annie just held me and let me keen.
But, we had a house-showing, and it's not even on the market. A friend of a friend, a very nice woman with one cat (for now), is in the market for a little house in the 'Burg. That's what we have. So, we cleaned like crazy cleaning women and let her come over with her agent and another friend.
They looked for about an hour, and asked a couple of questions. It was fine.