Escape Pod Dreams, the Cling Spreaning Issue

Sorry

Too busy cleaning to write anything coherent. Removing two decades of crap from my life this year! My landlord decided to scare me last Sunday. I came into work and there was a handwritten note on a small brown paperbag next to my mailbox in the store office. It said to call Frank at the flower shop whenever I got in. This was weird. I've been a tenant of his for almost eight years and he doesn't have my number? I found out from my boss the next day that he had actually come by the store that morning and babbled to my boss. The store is only two blocks from my house. He couldn't knock on the door or leave a note, could he? So I called the flower shop he runs and he told me that I needed to be ready to have a possible new owner come by at noon the next day. I told him I needed to clean a bit. He said how about Wednesday. So I spent my days off, well, one day off, Tuesday, because I spent Monday freaking out and sleeping, tearing through the house, picking up garbage, and Wednesday before noon mowing the yard for the first time in five or six months. Did he show? Did he? No. I go in to pay my rent on Monday. We'll see what happens. I didn't clean the whole house. I've still got a couple rooms and a garage.