Actually, I am a former blogger, I suppose. A bad blogger would blog occasionally, though badly.
I, on the other hand, conceive a half dozen brilliant blog posts daily and post none of them. Oh, the gems ofÂ witÂ and pearls ofÂ incisivenessÂ thatÂ haveÂ gone unshared! Oh,Â the inanity!
LifeÂ atÂ this momentÂ is . . .Â complicated. Â Good. ButÂ complicated. Which I hate.
How’s the home saleÂ going you ask?
PrettyÂ good it seems. We’veÂ had lotsÂ ofÂ interestedÂ folks lookingÂ atÂ it from Day One. SeveralÂ couples have viewed it twoÂ orÂ threeÂ times. WhichÂ has notÂ only meant keepingÂ the houseÂ in a constant state of metaphysical pristine-itude, but also grabbing the dog and evacuating the house every time the phone rings. It’s only been a week but that drill has already lostÂ all itsÂ charm.
Thankfully,Â weÂ receivedÂ anÂ offerÂ onÂ the houseÂ yesterday. It was a wee bit lowerÂ thanÂ weÂ are preparedÂ to accept soÂ thereÂ isÂ someÂ negotiatingÂ to be done.Â Â But it looks promising.
Which meansÂ we’ll beÂ packingÂ and movingÂ the week before school starts. Which soundsÂ complicatedÂ toÂ me. Â (Sigh.)
Thus the bloggingÂ forecast calls for aÂ slight chance of isolated musingsÂ withÂ intermittent micro-rants.
Thank you, patient and long-suffering reader.