I finished something for grad school before calling that woman at 10, but she didn't answer, so I left a message, and called back at 10:30.
She was curt, insisted they didn't have anything for rent, and started repeating herself, so I said "Thanks, bye," reloaded the listing, and then the landlord e-mailed me.
I mentioned calling the woman I was told to call and he said "Don't pay attention to her," I sent the information, and he asked if I wanted to see it at 09 today.
Another landlord had said we could talk this morning about seeing that house, so I verified my landlords, and mentioned "I am moving from Show Low, so that complicates things."
"See you at 9."
I asked Mom about driving down last night and expressed concern about getting the two of them out the door at the last minute.
She claimed it is always my fault that we leave late.
My sister asked if she could look at it for us and I asked, but didn't hear back by the time that I left.
He said that it should be okay, but I let him know that I would be there when I stopped in Payson.
I packed and left in half an hour.
I messaged the friend with cancer that I was driving down, but didn't hear back.
Mom demanded that I called her, so I did, and woke her at 2200.
I was in front of my sister's house and needed to go to the bathroom, so I went in, and two kids and 3 dogs jumped on me.
I completely forgot about the dying friend!
Ten minutes later I remembered her and she was still there, but she said that we would talk later, and I spent time with my family.
She messaged me this morning, but I called her when I was leaving my sister's house, and was only able to leave a message.
My sister looked at the house with me, but made me late, and then showed Mom the house through Facetime.
I applied as fast as I could after getting back to my sister's house, but the wifi and my cell phone connection were intolerably slow in the guest room, and kids and dogs kept climbing on me in the living room, plus I spilled Filiberto's on a brand-new shirt, so I kept trying to clean that.
I don't know when I returned to my sister's house, but I submitted the application at 1310, being unable to download any documents from Zillow, and then I rushed home to apply for Mom and my brother.
It took her a long time to find my brother's social security number, but hopefully I finally submitted the last application before the people who were supposed to look at the house this afternoon.