Zeno's house

I'm one step closer to closing on the house. My agent tells me that I have the certificate of occupancy. Yay! But there's one more hurdle before I can move my actual body in: there can't be any liens, i.e. the contractors need to sign something saying they've been paid. That can, in theory, happen by tomorrow afternoon, or it could happen by Thursday. I'm, uh, running low on clean underwear over here. Tomorrow would be very, very nice.

In a separate development, the building manager showed up late this morning. I don't remember his saying he was going to, but whatever. Yes, I told him I've got the 'rona. I masked up and stepped outside, and he briefly poked around the place. He wasn't displeased with its condition, but he said I need to spackle the nail holes in the walls or I'll be charged for it. I think a COVID infection is a pretty good excuse not to hit the hardware store for spackle today, don't you? He did lend me a hammer to pull the few nails that I'd coincidentally hammered into studs*.

I'm actually getting work done despite having the plague instead of a chair. Go me?



*Sadly, that's not gay.