So, quickie run at Wal-Mart...get to the car...battery is dead. Ungood.
Only person I can reach is Dad. Also ungood. Not because it's Dad, but because he was in bed, so by the time he got dressed and got there, it was almost 11:30, over an hour since I tried to go home.
And...guaranteed at least 1 relative expecting to see the apt tomorrow while providing transportation. That means, quickie clean
It's a good thing they'd be surprised if there weren't piles of books.