All day yesterday was house staging work. The downside is that our lives are progressively discombobulated, the upside is that there’s less emotional attachment to the house as the staging furniture arrives because it feels like I’m living in someone else’s house. So I guess I’m advancing through the grief stages.
I informed the original owner’s niece about the sale and offered her a chance to tour the house a last time. It’s nice to have a connection to history.
I’m working out of the dining room this week. Surrounded by disarray. Must stay productive this week! I’m working on adding [nifty feature expurgated] to Coffee Meets Bagel. Have I told you I love my job?
Seek Nuance 