COVID comes at last…

Last week I caught COVID-19 for the first time—after 3.5 years of pandemic living, it finally nabbed me. I spent a few days curled in bed with a fever. Now I’m dealing with residual congestion and an iffy sense of taste and smell—but overall I’m feeling a lot better.

Of course, executorship stops for no disease.

While dealing with my symptoms, I was on the phone with the company who installed the water heater in my parents’ Florida place last year. As it turns out, you can’t sell a property if there’s still an open permit for that property. It seems my parents never had their water heater inspected.

I had to call the water heater company, who called the city, who scheduled an inspection—which took place today. We passed! I’m eternally grateful to my uncle, who lives in Florida and was able to let the inspectors inside. No idea how I would have handled it otherwise—I’m not getting on a plane while I’m still potentially contagious.

The moral of the story: your parents may be dead, but their open permits are very much alive. Don’t forget to call your city’s building department and check.