Woke up feeling dreadful like I always do on Sunday mornings. I don't know why it's like that. And I felt tired getting up. We had the time change last night. I have always hated that time to set the clocks ahead one hour.

Later in the morning I went to look at a place. It was nice, clean, and had been newly remodeled. Though I thought that the designs were kind of homely. Yet it makes, in comparison, my place put to shame. I felt like I wasn't connecting well with the RE Agent, who was renting the place out. Plus the agent didn't know where the rec/exercise room was at the apartment complex. That's weird. The complex is small. So I think that it's not a possibility for me to move there, it looks like. I felt down and defeated, but I'll try to lift my chin up for future possibilities. Also, he's not the same agent that I'm dealing with in potentially selling my place.