My apartment complex called me today to inform me that my apartment would not be available by the date I was supposed to move in, and would this other apartment, same price, be acceptable instead?

I stifled a groan, but agreed to look at it. It was on the ground floor–more convenient for moving, arguably, but a little less secure for a single female living alone. Still, the neighborhood is fine, and while Deb has been an absolute prince, I have no desire to live in her guest bedroom forever. So I hoofed it out over there, and to my great good fortune, the gentleman working on cleaning it was there and had no objections to me poking my head in and looking around.

Heh heh heh.

Apparently this was a wheelchair accessible apartment back in the day. While the towel and closet bars are thus lower than I’d normally use, it ALSO has a double wide kitchen and bathroom–and believe me, in a wee little apartment, that makes a BIG difference. Two people could actually work in the kitchen without having to be Very Very Good Friends, and I can fit some kind of storage unit in the bathroom.

Better yet, while the patio will likely be full shade again (*sigh*)  it will also overlook the woods instead of the parking lot. And that’s a much better view, particularly for a birder.

I shall offer gummi coke bottles to Ganesh. Things are looking up.