• Location: the living room
• Mood: stressed
• Music: a ringtone from my cell phone -- playing in my head

Cracked

In a little over an hour, a guy is coming to fix the ceiling here at my rent house. One of the panels of drywall has come loose and is threatening to fall down. So, in my own haphazard way, I have been cleaning up the living room. I didn't do as well as I had hoped, but the guy will be able to get his ladder in place to do the work.

The ceiling is textured with what I'm fairly sure is asbestos. When I lived by the creek, a lot of the asbestos fell off of the ceiling and I lost most of my belongings, so is is causing me some anxiety. I've bought disposable tarps to put over everything and cleared the sliding door that is right next to where the work is going to be done. I plan to create a positive pressure system to blow any dust out the door.

I keep reminding myself that it's not exposure, but repeated exposure to asbestos that is the problem.

I just want to move out of here. The cleaning I did this weekend has helped me move toward that goal. So I guess it's all for the good.