Of course, the House of Refuge has been around since 1876, but it has been three months since I last saw it and I wanted to make good and sure it was still there. Which I did, putting off cleaning the bathrooms and kitchen, plumbing the toilet, and other assorted chores for another day. Rome was not built in a day either, after all, and getting my sister and my Stuart, Florida condo ready for a seasonal rental can't be rushed into. And if I keep delaying long enough, perhaps I can fly back to Denver and send my sister back on the Greyhound bus to finish up. Sounds like a plan to me. I'll leave the toilet bowl cleaner under the sink.
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