written Saturday 7 December 2002
|Last minute before Naarden|
What a panic, yesterday morning, early. Stopped my mail, bought Euros, and showed up for work late, but not suspiciously late.
This morning at 9 the kitchen floor guy came over. This is going to be a messy job, lots of underlying wood will have to come up. Oh well, I will have to fix it to sell the house, and I will have to sell the house if I get the job, and if I think I have no shot at the job I wouldn't be flying out this afternoon. But that's not the end of it: after the kitchen floor, part of the garage door has to be replaced, and the front room needs painting. I guess this should all be done even if I continue to live here, but do I have to mess with all this right now?
Stop whining and pack. Flight at 2:35 pm out of Orlando, greasy dinner at greasy JFK, then the long overnight to Schiphol....
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