Am I wrong to want to catch the flu so I can justify not doing anything for a week?

You're in mourning and that's bigger than the flu. Take some time right now. Only absolutely necessary things need tending at the moment.

Sent an email after lunch to landlady saying I'd love to make arrangements directly with the realtor to see the apartment. And that I wasn't comfortable either leaving my apartment unlocked, or the keys with the neighbor as she'd suggested. She told me Wednesday, neighbor heard Thursday. But either way, I didn't and won't leave my apartment available for any chucklehead, even my neighbor (who kind treats house-sitting for me as a way to entertain her kid and foster kids "hey, check out this neato forbidden place!". I want you to empty the litter box, not hang out and babysit).

I think my only obstacle is if neighbor lady accosts me and asks for a copy of my key. I don't actually want to acknowledge that I don't trust her.

Thank you all for chiming in on the confidential nonsense. I need to find something online that dispels this myth so that I can perhaps change her mind. Who knows where she got this idea.

Consuela, I was so glad to be able to attend. Your family was awesome, as usual, and the Priest was super duper. I was so impressed by his warmth, real talk, and message. I tweeted that he practically had me considering Catholicism!

Consuela, really, take some time to rest. You need it.

Fred, kitty~ma!

I found a thing: dishes with grammar rules on them.

Too late, neighbor texted me about key/leaving apartment unlocked. Grr.

Those are awesome, Zenkitty.

Ooh, those are fun.

There's a new intern at work that is a Joss Whedon character come to life. I want to squish him. He's cute in an adorkable way, and way way way intellectual, with a funny nasal voice. I can't have a proper conversation with him because his mind is just way too . . . on a different level. In a dorky lame way that makes me think it must get lonely being that deep a thinker. I brought it all back to poop. (My two main topics of conversation are cats and feces).

He was going on about the historic letters he'd scanned and was deciphering, and mentioning something akin to serial commas, which I layman'd into AOL speak of the late 19th century. Where even the most educated opted to use commas instead of periods, and the sentences just Never Ended.

I still want to squish him, even if he baffles me. His mind is just so far outside my ken. I tried, lamely, relating to him on the matter of the Oxford comma, but he turned out to be agnostic on the matter. He tried relating to me when I brought up EMPs and the apocalypse, and he quipped back "I don't know how to grow things, please give me food". Squish.

IapartmentNews, I have no idea what to text back to neighbor llady that doesn't offend her or contradict my conversation with our landlady.

I really wish that the neighbors hadn't somehow appointed themselves liasons between me and the landlady. Let me make my own fucking arrangements, thank you please.

Just don't respond. You are under no obligation to the neighbor. It is between you and your landlady. If she gets pestery, "I've taken care of it, thanks."

I have no idea what to text back to neighbor llady that doesn't offend her

You aren't comfortable giving strangers access to your home without you or the property owner being there. Period. And a minimum of 24 hours (if that is the law there) notice.

I have a spot of eczema that just does not want to go away entirely. It gets just close enough to being better that I forget to put the goo on it and then it flares back up. Does not like heat and stress, both of which I am swimming in.