At 9:00, I laid down to take a 15 minute nap and didn't wake up until 11:00 pm. I knew I was going to be up all night, so I poured some wine and gave in to my fate. Now, it's nearly morning and I feel like it's only about midnight.
We looked at a house last evening. It's good. Nothing special, but good. I can't see us living in it though; it didn't "vibe" me. I still see us in the 70s house with the Tuscan remodeling, near the elementary school. The closer we get to August, the more anxious I become. I don't want to find ourselves on July 15, with no house. Damn. This stuff never used to bother me, I was a nomad constantly looking for the next horizon. Getting older really sucks sometimes.
