And as summer ends... so does work, renters and the "GF".

I just should expect it...

The company that employs most of my time, is going to fold up.  Or, at least that is what we think this week.

The downstairs roommate, faced with the challenge of paying the rest of the current month's rent, and providing next month... decided he would do MUCH better closer to work; and moved out in such a hurry that he left his food behind... I guess he thought that there would be confrontation or something...?

I vehemently broke up with the dating object, bed partner, GF who can't keep it together long enough to have a discussion.  IT's all my fault... so now she's not talking to me.  Yay.
I won't let her move in if she is going to go off on me; that's not acceptable.  And, she cannot (will not?) control herself and I won't allow that level of discord.  I haven't really lost my temper in 20 years, and I'm not going to start now.  I just don't like being screamed at.

And it's hot...