A small amount you're owed clears this week, later than the timeline you'd assumed. The lag sat on their end, not yours.
The rooms you left are keeping their own temperature this week with no one there to nudge the dial. What registers on your return is the exact sound of the door, gone quiet to you while you're this far from it.
Your feet take the brunt of a walking day; the ache pools in the arches by evening, once you've stopped moving and sat down.