It's 315 in the afternoon and here's what I looked like. Is that a nice mid-day cat nap? Nope. It's what the work and stress of selling a house will do to you. Mix in a clinical day on the psychiatric inpatient unit and there you have it. While you think I'd be continuing the work to get ready the truth is I'm just exhausted in every way. Add to the stress of the home inspector coming back over to pick up the radon test and the chimney and oil tank inspector who swung back over because he images didn't stick on his iPhone. We're still waiting for the word from the potential buyers, and that's keeping me on edge and in the unknown. Time will only tell where we go from here.
Of course following the Africa-hot temps we've had lately now we'll have a monsoon or two and rain through the Memorial Day weekend. As I write this it's pouring and the wind is howling and the leaves and branches are already falling. That's great, just a little hurricane or tornado to add to my stress. While we need the rain here in New Jersey, desperately, we don't need 10 inches over four hours to flood things and blow everything out, including the power. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, yeah right.