No, I didn't make it to the gym last night. Not my fault. The Professor (who, it must be said, did a fair amount erranding yesterday, getting the apartment situation straightened out and picking up my freshly cleaned camera) informed me when I got home that he hadn't gotten around to the wash. Of course, he needed the laundry done by the next day. So instead of mindlessly going nowhere like a hamster in a wheel at the gym, I mindlessly went up and down the stairs from the third floor to the basement, hauling baskets of dirty clothing. Four loads altogether. I started at 5:00 and finished around 9:00. After changing the bed, doing the dishes and chasing ACfH off the dining room table three separate times, I feel I got a sufficient work-out. I'll do the gym tonight instead.
The Prof phoned the new apartment management to ask what the status of our application was. It turns out that the only thing holding up the process was our current apartment management, who were sitting on a form that they needed to complete, which would confirm that we paid our rent on time and didn't burn down any buildings during our stay here. The Prof kept on their case all afternoon, and they finally faxed it to the new place just before five o'clock. So all should be finalized today, and we'll be able to sign the new lease Friday.
I need to get hold of one of the sisters and find out if they can cat-sit (or at least cat-feed) for two days this weekend. Keep your fingers crossed for me.