So I took a final walk around the house, getting ready for the appraisal.  Could be neater, but nothing drastically wrong (other than the sick kids spotted in their bedrooms, roiling with delirium from the same wretched soul-scarring crud I had last week). 

All was, within my normal tolerances, fairly well.

The appraiser came. 

20-minute walkaround.  A few questions.  No biggie.  Much pre-appraisal stress dissipates.

I bid him adieu (we pass on the handshake, given all the sick kids).

I walk upstairs.

And notice that at some time between the walkaround and 25 minutes hence, the dog had – for the first time in years – left a “present” at the foot of my bed.

The over/under on “before” or “after” the appraiser walked through is about even. 

OK.  I’m laughing about it now. 

I mean, what else am I gonna do?

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