Short post today...

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...I was not expecting my landlord to show up before tomorrow, but he arrived today. Of course he did. I suppose that it's his last day off before he is expected to return to work. And I am nowhere near finished with cleaning my place. Of course.

I heard noise outside this morning and I did not think it would be the landlord. It was. And he's fixing windows, repainting sills and surrounds, and re-caulking stuff that needs it. Which means he's seen through my kitchen window and seen that there is still stuff piled up in my place.

On the day I am going to be gutting the place rather thoroughly. And that is not including the time I need to take to head to the hospital to their physio clinic this morning. An appointment that I managed to snag yesterday and almost forgot about this morning. Go me, right?

In terms of clearing shit out of here, pretty much anything that I haven't touched in at least six months is getting tossed out. I've already cleared out a shitload of shoes that hasn't been worn in at least a year, and I did the same with coats and jackets a couple of days ago. I've got some old bedding being washed that will be getting donated as well - one of the cats had decided to mark it so it needed to be washed before I could donate it all. Such is life.

In the meantime, I need to get my ass in gear so I can hobble to the hospital for my first physio appointment there. And I managed to fuck up my knee going up and down the stairs already. Woo?

Oh well, such is life sometimes. Ugh.

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