It’s absolutely gorgeous out, but a little on the cold side. I am in a good mood for the first time in ages. There’s a party coming up, and I have to pack, and I have received my bonus cheque, and it’s really sunny, and we MAY just have licked the bedbug situation, but only if Katie STAYS HOME for the next month. Te he. There’s a way to get her to come home at night.
It makes me sad to say it, but Paul and I are evicting Dr. Filk. We both asked him to clean up his living space preparatory to the sale of the house, and his response to both of us was a polite, “No, thanks”. Since we aren’t going to be getting the full sale price unless the downstairs is at least tidy, we regretfully gave him his notice yesterday for May 1st. This is dreadful family news and shows that Paul and I are cruel, nasty people with no consideration, and that all we care about is money, and that we have no sense of fine family feeling or any clue about how truly upright and moral people live. Since everybody in the known universe with the exception of my mother and a couple of close friends thinks I’m self-centered and crazy, what’s a little more fuel for the fire? C’est la vie.