Even tho I said I was going to stay here in Rigby and not move into town, I kept myself on the list. There's an apartment open now, and I went to look at it, and had to make up my mind today.
It's MUCH friendlier atmosphere. Has a much nicer lounge area. More laundry facilities. A front door and back door. No long hallways. A little porch and tiny garden plot. The apartment is smaller, but I can live with that. Am allowed to have bird feeders, and potted outdoor plants and squirrel feeders, etc. (Not allowed here) And most importantly, it's 3 blocks away from the river front "Greenbelt", where I can walk year round, and it's really a nice walking path, scenery, etc.
Will not accept four pets. Cannot keep cats. Those damn cats.
Hmmm. I bet I could get someone to adopt my kitties here in the building. I could. If I really, really wanted to move ... I could. Yes, I could.
Evidently I couldn't. I told her no, but to re-list me, which will put me back at the bottom of the list. This could all be moot if San Francisco would just call me! I'd give up my cats for San Francisco, but not Idaho Falls. So. I am staying here. But you know what was sooooo freaking hard about making the decision? Am I gonna get struck dead, dumb or deaf for ignoring an omen?
The apartment number was #24.
Those of you who are my regular readers need to tell me (and the rest of the Internet) why the #24 is important.