So yesterday my landlord emails me and asks if it’s OK for him to install new carpet this coming Monday.
He’d mentioned it a couple of months ago, and then I guess we both got busy and we each kinda, sorta half-heartedly followed up every now and then. But now he’s ready to pull the trigger.
I need the carpeting. There’s mold in here from last winter, when my water heater broke and leaked for a week and a half before the previous landlord finally swapped it out. Ugh. Mold.
But I’m far from ready to have all my shit moved out.
Guess what I’m doing this weekend? Yay.
But, y’know, hey, new carpeting.