I've done a number of things today, but still feel it's been more relaxing than previous days. Tomorrow I'd like to do absolutely nothing, but probably won't.

My father called me yesterday. We hadn't talked for a long time. When I say "talked", I don't mean meaningful conversation. That's almost impossible with him. I did tell him that my husband and I are preparing our house to sell and plan to move to Europe in the not so distant future. I hadn't shared anything about that with him previously. Only my siblings, my husband's, and a few friends know. My father's reaction was difficult to interpret. I imagine he's upset. Actually, I don't know. He said he'd want to visit me there, but it is unlikely he'll even return to his own home 8 miles from where he is. Definitely no trip to Europe. I played along with it, though. There's no sense in not.

Yesterday I talked to our new realtor with a list of seven questions. She started providing info before I even asked them, talking rapidly. Some info was what I needed, but out of order. I felt like she was throwing multiple balls at me simultaneously. That is a recipe for overwhelming me. I literally "turn off" (freeze) to a degree. I did get info for each question, but now am confused about some details. It feels sucky to have to text her for clarifications. I'm waiting for them. After we first met her (I scheduled her) she only emailed my husband, which sort of annoyed me. With my husband overwhelmed with his job, I have taken on much of the house prep and house sale stuff. I'm trying hard. I'm managing in many ways, but am afraid that a tidal wave will overcome me. Plus, we have the trip to Europe coming up. Hubby is doing most of the preparations for that, and the stuff relating to Czech Republic. Good news is that I'm mostly packed for the trip already, and it's days away.