Well, there has been no real movement. The day of signing the lease, Day 0, was a Friday filled with driving back to San Jose to get our stuff together. Day 1 after signing the lease consisted of cleaning out the storage unit in San Jose (at my insistence), with which I was fairly satisfied. Then any attempts at moving were quickly dashed by Tom being shot in the eye with a BB gun. If there was ever a surer sign that I am ready to be out of here, perhaps that was it. The whole event has left a sour note, like I can’t escape even when I try.
Poor Tom. He was an excellent caretaker when I had my eye problem, but I’m afraid I’m not as good at it as he was. I just want him to be all healed now. Vision is something I take for granted until it’s not working right anymore. Very worried.