Got to work. Voicemail from new tenants about attic boxes. Called back. Not my boxes, I said. Still have to deliver key, maybe get my mail, I said. You left dishes in dishwasher, she said. Move not over.
Found security deposit. More than I expected. At lunch, personally handled change of address since online service still denies me. Went to deposit check. Cashier excuses herself, interrupts boss in meeting. Comes back with penitent but determined eyes. Check has two names separated by conjunction and, she says. Would need joint account, she says. Grammar not my friend today. Move not over.