My former intern Dylan has now moved out. I am in the midst of reorganizing the apartment: the laundry is in, the bathroom cleaned and mopped, and my living space reorganized in case DR MBarnum decides to invade NYC in October.
I have to say that, while I appreciated Dylan's being around for the three weeks I was away, I'm not sorry he's gone. Some people learn New York is not the place they're meant to be, and Dylan learned that by the end of June. Unfortunately, he neither used his time here constructively nor financially to his advantage, and I got burned. I wish him well, but I cannot help him achieve that.
At least now I can drag out the VCR again!