I hope so. I keep obsessing about it. I'm going to distract myself with some yard work. I need to trim some trees and mow my back yard. My landlord is going to have enough to deal with, next week, after I'm gone. I can at least have the yard looking nice. My next-door neighbor mows my front yard, when he mows his. He's one of those go-getter Tesla bros, but super friendly. He knocked on my door one evening, shortly after Mark died. I stormed up to the front door, yelling, "Who the fuck is that?!" He was on the porch and said,"It's just me, Rush. I wanted to tell you you left the lights on, in your car. I didn't want your battery to die." I felt so bad and profusely apologized. He said, "Don't worry about it! And you said the right thing. You're alone now and have a right to be suspicious of a knock on your door at night."
My landlord and his assistant are really good people, supremely kind to me after my husband died last April. I've lived here 10 years and, according to him, am his favorite tenant. He forgave my March rent and didn't raise the rent for my renewal, due in April. Rent for a property like mine is going through the roof, where I live, but I pay less than $1,000 a month for a single-family home on a quiet street, two bedrooms. I use one bedroom as an office/den.
Sorry to ramble. My brain is all over the place these days.