He awoke Sunday morning with a feeling of anticipation. He was going to meet Buck for lunch. Before he did, though, he had to clean house. Not that it needed it, he’d only been there for a few days, but it had been drilled into him from childhood that he had to at least dust and straighten up. At the moment he was glad to have something to do that didn’t take much thought.
When he finished, he still had over an hour until he had to leave, so on impulse, wondering if it was a good idea, he got out the pictures he’d taken from his old home to hang them on the wall behind the sofa. At that point he realized he didn’t have anything to hang them with, so he made a run to the local convenience store to get some stick-on picture hangers. Nails would have been his first choice, but he didn’t have a hammer. “I have to start making a shopping list of necessities I didn’t know I needed,” he grumbled.