Friday came and went and I still have a place to live, as far as I know. The property inspector was in and out in a few minutes, according to the landlady, and everything is back to normal. I spent the day mostly on the bus listening to some urban outdoorsmen discussing how the proposed tax plan in Congress will affect them, or they may have been arguing over who owned the half empty bottle of wine in the paper bag left on the back seat of the bus. Could have been either, really not sure.
Anyways, I’m back in the comfort of my little room and as far as I know, the rent is the same. But, it’s early and the other flip flop could drop at anytime. But for now, I will cautiously relax and see what happens.