The super's grandson just stopped by to survey the wreckage of my apartment and to say goodbye. He finishes up school in three months and says he'll be back then. His grandmother is flying back with him for a month and I said goodbye to her earlier today. She's a good lady. Dragan laughed when I said she will have forgotten all her English by the time she returns because it's not very good. Her husband's is much better, and I think Dragan's is quite good.
I've also managed to lose one of Brent's Christmas numbers today. I remember schlepping it put of the office in a shopping bag, along with a label from the paper I need to buy, but I do not remember taking it out of the cab or where I could have left it once I got to the apartment. I am not happy about this at all! Everything else is down at the office, thank God, because I need to fax to BK some orchestra parts tomorrow.
I hate getting senile.