The Scotto Grotto (org)

Nuts… the landlord called *JUST NOW* and said that the fumigators will be here tomorrow at seven in the morning, as opposed to the ten-ish, maybe eleven he quoted me yesterday.

That means I go to a hotel tonight, after I finish all the packaging up of stuff, including taking Newt to a new and strange environment at night to a place that might be less than welcoming.

I voiced my upset, but will be nice about it, and let this take place. What a hassle. Ah well, back to work.