Moving on
Okay, I think I'm over this latest attack of the crazies. It actually helped that our realtor interview tonight was so disappointing, because it threw the positive qualities of our first choice into such high relief and made our decision a snap. (Thanks again to everyone who came forward with recommendations.) Every step we've taken so far seems to confirm how much
monshu and I agree on the big things. And if that weren't reassuring enough, he came right out and said to me tonight that he essentially accepted years ago that I'm always going to be a lovable fuck-up and that I should let him know when I'm getting too stressed out by everything so that we can arrange some play time.
It's no coincidence that the woman we went with was the one with the most clearly-articulated selling strategy. It makes us feel good to know just what we have to do even if it involves things which, under normal conditions, we'd rather not blow a weekend on. This Saturday is the Closet From Hell at
monshu's, which is something I've actually been wanting to tackle for years (along with the Cabinet of Containerslides under the sink). So I may actually need to temper my enthusiasm in order not to tire myself out too much in advance of that evening's Handel opera.
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