The package came right after I gave up my vigil. I hope the dog's barking does not scare delivery people into being quieter, when I need them to be louder, so I know there's a package! After it arrived, at noon, I abandoned myself to sleep and, on and off, I have been asleep all day. Which is a GOOD thing. I am feeling better, and really may get things done starting tomorrow. Tonight, cooked broccoli and started the Kombucha. I put a metal lid down on a small grill which was still hot. Didn't expect a tiny bit of the hard rubber handle to start cooking. Stopped it quick, but smell was universal. Used my Axe as an air freshener - again.
While waiting in the living room, the sound of Crazy Man Downstair's loud, complaining voice was occasionally intelligible. I wondered if he was back to complaining to the LL about "me". Probably for the first time since he has been here, I listened briefly on the floor. Sounded like he was whining about Biden. Which was fine. Of course, because I was in my own living room, creaking a few floorboards, he began his retaliatory stomping again. He probably thinks tonight's smell of broccoli and burnt rubber is my retaliation against him, and so he will start BANGING to wake me up at night, and so on. Undaunted, I must get back to cleaning - and moving. How happy he will be when I shall replaced by, as he said in his phone call, "All these black guys who empty out their gun around here. They should empty them out on HIM!" Who?