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There was pounding on the door when I'd only had five hours of sleep and I considered not answering. But I put on a robe and glasses and came down the hall to find a guy who wanted to move my van so they could put a moving truck there. The woman who bought the foreclosed condo at the bottom back of our end of the building (for $80K, so I'm now $50K upside down) was moving in and I decided to be nice and let them move the van. He brought the keys back and I tried to go back to sleep, but they were too noisy. They left while I was skimming the WashPost, and didn't move the van back. I'll probably have to nap later.
I'm doing a lot of little things but it still hurts to walk. The sheets are getting washed and I'll put the clean ones on piece by piece when I take breaks from online.