I did the same with upstairs, not stopping until every bit of furniture was free of the constraints of the plastic. I didn’t stop until the leather seats were breathing freely and I was breathing harshly from the exertion.
Then I sat, all the plastic removed, with nothing left to do. And the ache that disappeared in my fleeting hour of excitement was back.
I sighed and leaned my head against the wall. Maybe I should call applicants for some of those interviews.
I took the newly installed phone from the wall, sat at the bar, and dialed the first number. Within an hour, I’d left three messages and set up five interviews.
I sat back, my foot tapping in front of me. It was the middle of the afternoon. I’d been there longer than I thought. No wonder my stomach was rumbling and in the early stages of digesting itself. I hadn’t eaten at all.
I grabbed
