100-plus-year-old house with original wood floors …

Just got a splinter walking through my kitchen.

Dog found a dollar bill in the elevator just now. Merely sniffed it before moving on to investigate other areas of the floor. Such bizarre priorities.

There’s an old analog clock in the room in which I’m staying. His unfinished projects surround me, covering every surface and stacked up against the walls. I perch on the edge of an air mattress nestled between boxes on the floor, listening as the clock continues to tick.

I am not ready.