Holy O'Moses what a Xanax-munching
Holy O'Moses what a Xanax-munching day this is, already. Actually, today's stress began last night; hence the extended Argh (TM). Again with the pesky humans trying to communicate and failing. A dozen people are involved in the buying of this house, and words and meanings all fall by the wayside in a slow-moving slurry of garbled intent. That's how it seems, anyway. I'm sure the reality of the situation is very different. After all, I'm just one perception-locus, and I don't have all the data yet. What I do know is that when I show up at the office on my day off, just to be here when a package arrives, intending while I wait to make required phone calls early in the morning to resolve myriad real-estate related problems, and the telephones are out of service... well, that's just more evidence that God, if there is such a thing, loves giving me the Big Thumb In The Eye. And that he thinks that's funny.
Which it is, really. But that's probably just the tranquilizers talking.
However: all of this is mitigated, helped out, and generally made better by the reality of having a Really Swell Partner, who is able to step up to the plate in the midst of her own ball of stress and handle things. Woo! How's that for a frappéd metaphor?
