Ughhh I had a terrible night. I think Sarah is sick and I spent most of the night worrying that she was going to die. She kept swimming on her side and close to the surface, like some kind of mini-marineland act. I didn't like it. She seemed ok this morning when I left but I'm a little scared that when I go home she might be belly up.

On another sour note...haven't heard from Grant the Property Manager yet about picking up my keys. He'd set the expectation that I might be in last weekend so these extra three days have felt like an eternity. I'm also at my breaking point with the grim. Who lives like that?