Five am, still have an hour before my alarm but seems that's it for the sleep. Eventually I roll out of bed and walk the dog for his initial gotta pee and poop stroll down the street. Duties done, we return home. Dog gets fed and dog walker drinks her morning H2O.
I get started on the next step. Make the coffee. Coffee Coffee Coffee. Still the offending odor somewhere in the vicinity just right of the stove, the offending odor that caused Trig to pull the stove away from the wall yesterday in search of the source only to find some random mouse turds.
I reach for the coffee filters on the top shelf randomly noticing some tiny gnat type flies. Looking up I see the plastic bag on top of the cupboards as it closes in the top of the cupboard door. Hmmm, I wonder, could it be, that offending smell is some potatoes gone bad? On top of the cupboard where only trig can reach? 6"s from the ceiling? I kick off my flip flops and jump up on the counter to see if I am correct... Watery, slimy potato slurry in a plastic bag. Oh how delightful! I hold my breath and gingerly pick up the bag and deposit it into the sink, climb down from the counter, still holding my breath, and using an old plastic grocery bag to gather up the potato slurry, still holding my breath and take it outside. I stumble back into the house now retching uncontrollably because I had to breathe! OMG, could anything smell worse than putrid potatoes?? I think not.
Coffee made and a 1/2 cup consumed, running gear on, and me and dog out the door again for a 2-3 miler. It's pushing 7 am by now. Lacking in time and energy (probably all that retching earlier), we head to the local park for a few turns around the path. Oh joy, someone just let their dog off leash and now my dog is going berserk. Ugh. So around and around we go before poor Jack finally begins to settle down. (Being a puppy is hard!)
We head for home only to be accosted by several tiny dogs on the way, the 5 pound geriatric pup charged us and my 45 pound boy lurched against the leash, bending my thumbnail backwards with such force that now my nail is turning purple. Ouch. I curse the human mommy of the miniature dog posse all the way home.
Showered and out the door by 8:45, I head to a property I have listed that closed the buyer this morning. Pick up my signs and lockbox, scoped the place out a final time, so thankful to finally be closing on this one. Finally. Finally. Finally.
All before 10 am.