For everything good that happens, something bad will happen; our purchase offer was accepted, thus – what? What terrible thing lurks in the future? My insides are properly knotted – even more than when I got married. It’s the slow pace of it – how I sit here blogging when I could be underwriting my own loan, appraising my own property, closing my own purchase. But I can’t do any of these things. They are all out of my hands. This is best, most excruciating nightmare I’ve ever had: I am about to buy a really, really big toy, and I DON’T GET TO BE IN CONTROL.

It’ll all be fine, I’m fine.

Curt’s watching XXX. This movie is completely ridiculous. We’re almost through all two hours of it, and I’ll bet Vin Diesel’s going to parachute out of at LEAST two more planes. It could be a drinking game.