If you have been following the story of the visitor in our apartment, there has been no sign if him since Sunday morning. Not a scratch or a squeak. He has obviously been scared away by my throwing open the laundry room door, tennis racket in hand, screaming, "I know you're in there, where are you?!?"
In other apartment mishaps, our sink has sprung a leak. Again. I think this time we are supposed to get a whole new sink, so that's a plus.
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