As the day went on and no dumpster arrived, as 19:00 approached I sent my son outside to call the maintenance man to let him know that the dumpster has not yet arrived. He was told, “Oh, that’s right. I should have called and told you. It won’t be there now until Thursday.”

As I sit here in my empty living room void of all furniture except my desk and  office chair. I just knew as soon as my neighbor said, “Hey! I’ve got energy to burn. Let me move that stuff into the kitchen for you!” That I would be doomed to two days of my life on hold for just one room.

This had better be worth it.