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We have a signed acceptance of our offer on a house in our email. It's about the closest to perfect for us we've yet seen. The only way it could be more perfect would be if it had a steep roof, a porch, and access to a river we could put a kayak on. But it's a bit more expensive than we had aimed for, and while we're waiting for the condo to sell we're going to feel quite poor. And I can be good at being poor, I've done it, but I really was liking feeling as though I could have a treat once in a while.
They say that the stress of being poor takes IQ points off your performance, and I'm living proof - I can barely cook my oatmeal this morning. Well, we'll see the bank this afternoon, and maybe they'll refuse to give us a loan for this one. That would be a huge relief, even though we'd be back to searching. It would almost be a relief at this point if our real estate agent decided he didn't want to keep helping us, because after two years of this we're feeling as though we're stringing him on.
Also, something like 6,600 words left to go on my NaNo I've run out of material. Apparently I can write like the wind if I've got an outline, but now that I have to make up more to go within the outline I'm in sudden terror.
They say that the stress of being poor takes IQ points off your performance, and I'm living proof - I can barely cook my oatmeal this morning. Well, we'll see the bank this afternoon, and maybe they'll refuse to give us a loan for this one. That would be a huge relief, even though we'd be back to searching. It would almost be a relief at this point if our real estate agent decided he didn't want to keep helping us, because after two years of this we're feeling as though we're stringing him on.
Also, something like 6,600 words left to go on my NaNo I've run out of material. Apparently I can write like the wind if I've got an outline, but now that I have to make up more to go within the outline I'm in sudden terror.