So I'm all cleaned up, as is this house--it's astounding the amount of dust that can accumulate, without any real effort, as you just sit around and wait--it wasn't the worst it's ever been, though in the kitchen the grease from Errol's overenthusiastic frying has left a gunky mess that can be rather nasty to look at, but is not the end of the world by any means. And so the prospective roommates will be showing up for now until satisfaction, and it's so much like dating it's rather scary, somehow--in part because I'm so out of practice thanks to Joephet, but also because the financial transaction is so much more serious, as Neill's continued delinquency has shown. Still, we'll see, and soon I'll be on my best behavior in my own home. Whee.