Martin Luther King day.
Meaning - courts are closed. I was all prepared to rush out to the court and then this morning realized - after seeing rather empty streets - it's a holiday.
Gives Mary an extra day - today - to pay up the rent, which I fully expect she won't be doing at this point.
I'm also going to find some information - if there is any - about a tenant taking over a second room and what kind of reprisals there may be. Wondering - mainly - if I can simply call the police if there's legal dictate/precedent for it. Probably not - well, really I don't know. I NEVER agreed that she could occupy both rooms.
I really wanted to get this legal stuff started today - nothing I can do but wait until tomorrow.
An interesting bit of information I found out about some of the Eagle's players yesterday. Ken - the guy that is renting a room here - is a dispatcher at a taxi company. He said they dispatched at cab at like 3:00am the morning of the day of the Eagle's v Cardinals game to take some of the players home from a bar. Don't know how a player that is hung-over can possibly be at his peak in that kind of circumstances. Could be they were second or third string and really didn't expect to play, anyway.
It's actually warm here today. 82 degrees. Not REALLY warm by AZ standards, but it's much warmer than it has been. It's way too early for it to start heating up dramatically - not worried about that.
I'm a bit tired as I woke up last night and took awhile to get back to sleep. Think I'm gonna take a short nap.
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