Meds delivered at 8:05 p.m. CDT (95 minutes after today's estimated delivery window).

::whew::

Phew, I know what that's like dcp.

If I were Emmett, I would be so excited I would be sleeping there the very first day, on blankets on the floor if need be.

Even though he was too sick to work today ("I almost shit myself on the ladder yesterday," he told me) he was over at the house, got the key from the contractor's lock box got in and started moving stuff.

The seller's realtor came by with the keys and the garage remote so they're actively moving stuff in already.

I did feel a pang about it today. I'm sixty five years old and I've had that apartment for forty years. It's where Emmett and Matilda were conceived and brought home from the hospital. It's where JZ ran up the steps to accept my proposal. It's the backyard where I taught Emmett how to play baseball. It's where my first marriage ended, one of the most painful experiences of my life.

It's where Matilda shared an apple with Baby Dylan, and it's where Teppy saw pre-school first grade Emmett taking a bath. Where Kate P. and sa stayed when they were coming back from travels. Where I cut Amy Garvey's hair on the back porch and Amych knit on the couch with Matilda. Where Laura hooked up my Roku to my VCR. Where Nilly visited. Where Scola left his bags while we went walking in the neighborhood.

I did feel a pang about it today.

I understand. The walls are filled with love and history. It was lovely when Emmett moved in after you and JZ moved, giving your family a bit of transition time.

I remember showing you, Shrift, and Sean Biodiversity: Wild About Life there in 2015. Man, that was so long ago, but it seems like yesterday.

I remember visiting that apartment as well, a couple times over the years—once in like, 2001 or some nonsense, when we went to some sort of mod party (I remember trying to find a dress and boots that worked!). Wild to be not having it any longer!

I knew you had been there a long time but I didn't realize how long! Bittersweet

I am still very very angry that JZ got so little time to make your new house her home, btw. At, like, the universe, I suppose. I don't need an object, as such, just want to make clear that it is not you.

when we went to some sort of mod party (I remember trying to find a dress and boots that worked!

We went to Bardot-A-Go-Go! So not just mod but French Mod.

I am still very very angry that JZ got so little time to make your new house her home, btw.

I'm at peace with it. It would be much worse if she'd never gotten to live here or help me design the rooms. Her touch is everywhere.

I don't believe in angels or afterlife but my consoling fiction is that her guardian angel saw that her lifetime would be brief. And they arranged it so that before she died she would help create a new home, and that she would begin writing again, and she would have one more season at Faire.

That's lovely

I also remember staying at that apartment. There's a lot of history in that space.