My final day at work is Friday, and my bosses are scrambling to find a replacement for me. Looking at the resumes they've gathered so far, they're in some serious trouble. None of the candidates so far can do even half the stuff I do. Oh well, they had their chance to keep me and they threw it away. I'm not going to go out of my way to help them.
Some time this week I need to drive my grandfather's genealogy research materials over to the Carlsbad library. They have a genealogy department and I'm sure they'd appreciate the donations. No point in keeping the stuff. I doubt I could ever really add anything to his research; he's already written pretty much the definitive work on our family tree.
I am planning on leaving Saturday morning. I have to vacate the house so the mold removal guys can come in and take care of the toxic mold infestation.
I'm still not sure what I'm going to do in the future. I can't really do anything until the house is sold and I get my share of the inheritance. Hopefully the mold remediation won't be too expensive.
I'm thinking of maybe buying an apartment instead of a house, that way I can not only have an investment property but something that pays dividends.