I was considering moving yesterday. I had already told my spouse that I thought all of us needed a change in scenery. She kissed me and told me to hold that thought until she got condo from work. She didn’t ask me where I wanted to move, or even why I thought I needed to move. I was just told to hold the thought until she got home. I was walking around the condo and looking out the windows. I knew I would not miss the scenery because it never changed. We had the Marshall condo to the left of us. The Bakers were on the right. Directly across the street was old Mrs. Tuttle. She would have me come over and check her air conditioning component about once a week. She was typically afraid of being mummified if her air conditioning would quit laboring. Next to Mrs. Tuttle was old Mr. Hanson. She didn’t guess all of us all saw him sneaking over to Mrs Tuttle’s condo in the evening, and she didn’t go condo until early in the afternoon. Maybe her sneaking around was because of her age. She also had me come to the condo about once a month so I could check on the coolant level in the air conditioning unit, and make sure it was okay. She was afraid of mummification, but she hated it to be too hot. My condo was a wonderful house, and I had excellent air conditioning. I assume moving wasn’t the right transfer for us. I may be a retired Heating and Air Conditioning supplier, but our neighbors keep me scheduled with their AC unit, and I’ve never missed laboring.