Something is Missing.

There is a strange atmosphere in my apartment these days. It seems really quiet... a little too quiet. I am constantly on edge, expecting (and dreading) an unannounced visitor every day.

The CRM (Ceiling Repair Man, for those of you who have forgotten) has finally left me. I have my spare key back. My floor is dry. My ceiling has a fresh coat of white paint. The cabinet under my bathroom sink has handles again. Now I can finally see what I had stored in there!

It's nice that the CRM isn't waking me up at 8:30 on Saturday mornings any more. It's more peaceful in the afternoons without the sound of drilling upstairs. I no longer have to apologize to visitors about the newspaper and bowls on my apartment floor.

This all seems wonderful, but... it seems like the CRM is missing from my apartment. I'd like him to come back so I can make him a cup of green tea. And then ask him what his name is because I can't read the kanji on his business card. Then I will have a sense of closure.