inspection

The buyers' inspection of my Fort Collins house is happening tomorrow morning at 8:30 am. I'm thrilled for this to happen, as it's a major hurdle for selling the house. But I have to get up early on a Saturday (no, I haven't been a morning person lately), make sure the house is showing-ready, and then make myself scarce for a few hours.

My realtor suggests I take Shindy cat with me, since the inspector is likely to be in and out of the house quite a bit. Wouldn't want Shindy to have an unsupervised outdoor adventure. Actually, he suggested I take both cats, but since Delilah will be hiding in the wall behind the shower, I'm not worried about her getting out.

If I didn't have Shindy, I would come in to work and do some reading. Maybe I'll go park somewhere.

Let's see: I have the mover scheduled; I have the plane tix for me, a friend, and the two cats. I have the car shipping in motion. I have the vet appointment for the cats. What's left? Oh, right: PACKING. Which I could be doing Saturday morning if I didn't have to vacate the house. Oh well.

You'd think I would be cleaning like mad tonight ... but I have plans. A friend is in a play, and we're going to dinner and then the theater.