Mr. K has officially moved into Nappy Knolls! I asked the building folks yesterday to add him to the mailbox and parking list. We had planned to move him in on July 1, but his landlord found a new tenant who wants to move in June 1. He was spending most of his time at my place anyway. We had a “let’s put your shit away” party last night. He’s more of a “leave everything out and kicking around” type person. I’m more of a “everything must have a place and be put away when not in use” type person. He is learning that my way is the correct and only way. He’s still being resistant to the concept that cupboards, dresser drawers, and closets must be closed when not engaged, but that’s nothing that a few beat-downs can’t fix. I’m on it!

We are very casually still gazing at houses that hit Zillow, but I’m borderline resigned that we are staying put for now. MGA Susan has put up barriers whenever I’ve rolled the dice and made purchase offers. I listen to her guidance. I have a kerbillion dollars in my pocket and could buy any house I want. But I’m strategizing rolling into retirement soon, so I absolutely do not want a housing situation that costs more than my current outflows. That wouldn’t be wise. Especially when my pre-Medicare health insurance costs are a big unknown. I’ve plunked $1,000 a month into my forecast for that. But who knows? It could be $2,000? $3,000? Again, a complete unknown! And that burden is likely to shift in the breeze with political events outside my control. We’ll see, Linda!