I am not sure when I have been as stressed as I was this week.  

Wednesday I got a text from our property management stating since we were on a month to month, the owner was going to sell the house.  They were giving us 60 days to move.  We were sure on lease was until March, 2019.  When I spoke to them and told them that, they offered us money to move now.  They stated they wouldn't break the lease.

I spoke to Alan.  He is working a proposal and is too preoccupied to even go there.  I started looking for the rental agreements and could only find one that went to 2018.  I figured we were sunk!  

In my stressed state I started looking at all the boxes that are stored in closets that we haven't opened since moving in here.  My stress level shot even higher.  I went through some on Thursday, determined to get rid of stuff.

Friday I began filling the storage unit.  I get there and find I have lost the keys to the lock.  Back home I ripped the house apart looking for keys.  Nope. Gone.  Call lock smith to meet me and open the unit.  Unload the boxes.  Get home, as I get out of the car I notice a set of keys on the floor of the truck.  Grrrrr.

This morning my sphere making was off.  Nothing was coming out round.  Enough!

I decide to go through my filing cabinet to get rid of papers I don't need anymore.   There it was!  In with my nursing continuing ed paper work was the lease extension to March of 2019!   Such a relief.  

I suppose I should start going through some boxes a little at a time.   Maybe later.......