• I have announced to D that I will not be cleaning house again until after we’re out of it.
• Then we forgot to replace the filter and you should see the dust.
• You can literally see Bill outlines on the hardwoods.
• The moving company comes tomorrow to estimate how much time and manpower it will take to get us packed.
• My best guess is: a lot.
• (Glad it’s not me.)
• Still not going to dust.
• We are going to take a second look at a house that we might maybe make an offer on.  Maybe.
• We feel like this about it:
• How my mom feels about the possibility of us not making an offer and moving into their house.
• I have developed an eye twitch, likely due to the house hunt.
• Strangers think I’m winking at them.  Creepily.
• I watched “Something’s Gotta Give” and decided the best solution is to become a playwrite and buy a house with a private beach.  When asked what I will write about, my best answer so far has been “stuff and things”.
• Note to self: work on ideas for play….
• After I write my play and get my beach house, I have the perfect art for the bathroom.

So at least there’s that….