I was lying in bed this morning, thinking I should get up and take a shower soon, when I heard the front door bang open. “Emily?” Pastor Tony bellowed into the apartment. “Emmy, are you here?” She wasn’t, but of course I was, messy-haired and make-up-less, lounging under blankets and pajamas at nine in the morning. Ha. Roy and Kim, a couple from church, were with Tony, touring the apartment for necessary repairs before the appraiser comes again. Hopefully I’ll know about that (unlike this!) beforehand, so I can at least get out of my pjs!