The fairly decent weather continues today, but is supposed to take a turn for the worse tomorrow evening. That can only mean one thing: we finally have a closing date, and it’s scheduled for late in the day Thursday. It’s like they consulted the weather forecast and said, “okay, we can let this asshole close now that the weather’s turning to shit.” Oh well, it’s better than continuing to sit in limbo, and I’m anxious to get this part over with and get this party started. I’m trying not to think about the actual moving part just yet, because it seems like an impossible feat. <\/p>\n
I know people do it all the time, but I haven’t had to do this in an awfully long time. Longer than I can really remember, frankly – about 13 years ago, I think. That was pretty much piecemeal – a few things at a time – and, looking around, I seem to have accumulated an awful lot of shit (including about a ton and a half of wood pellets) over the past baker’s dozen years (my attic is still full of shit from my parents house, most of which, I’m afraid, will just have to go into the dumpster). <\/p>\n
But what really sucks is that I didn’t get to miss my meeting today. I mean, how often do you get an excuse like having to close on a house? And I got screwed out of it. <\/p>\n
Oh well, a day late, but I guess I’d better not be a dollar short, so it’s off to work today. Thursday, however, the countdown can begin. Just 14 years to go (15, if I don’t set up biweekly payments), and I can retire. Assuming I don’t go broke first.<\/p>\n