Tuesday.
Jeez, only two days into the week and I was already tired.
I put Mike in charge to keep an eye on and direct the contractors and their crew when they arrived at nine, which seemed to please the man a great deal. Who knew.
Greta and I drove all the way to the Cradle of Liberty and Jenkins' office. The receptionist pretty much jumped over the front desk to lift us up in her arms and carry us to one of the conference rooms, where the lawyer was already waiting for us.
The whole thing took about three hours, because Greta and I wanted to read down to the last line of the last document, and she asked for modifications to clarify some muddy technical terms. Another detail was that the documents had already been certified by a notary, even before I signed them, which wasn't legal. So Jenkins was forced to let her act as certifying notary, which she could bill him.
