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.