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 Aaron's poor ingrown nail is still sore, but looks great.  This is the first time this has happened to him, a lifetime of wearing shoes wide enough to accommodate AFOs (ankle-foot orthotics) has protected his toes well.  He's still upset about it, but it looks great.

The cats, who were champs at camping, are much happier here.  More room for zoomies, something Spaghetti has fiercely and terrifyingly indulged in far more than is polite.

They also enjoy furniture, as demonstrated by Ser Pounce-a-lot.

I realized that while Rundes had agreed to run me to see the new house, I never told her when.  I realized this less than an hour before we were supposed to be there.

I texted the potential landlord that we'd be there closer to 3 than the 2 we'd originally planned, and she was very accommodating.

As we pulled into the neighborhood, I uneasily told Rundes this doesn't look like a neighborhood I could afford.  Neat, well-maintained midcentury homes with perfect lawns.

When we got to the house, I realized I'd forgotten my phone, and I was supposed to text her we were there.  Just having a very Jean-who-borked-her-brain day.  But there was a sign stuck into the doorway.

Well fuck

This house isn't even available on their website.

We think the "landlord" had access to the key box on the door, and would have walked me through, taken the deposit, and disappeared.

That would have been devastating.

Thank goodness my me-ness was in full force and I forgot my phone.

We headed back to the hotel and Rundes visited for a while.  Aaron was napping when we got back.

He had a nap buddy.

An almost clusterfuck of a day, ended peacefully.