Tomorrow at noon there will be a potential buyer visiting the house we are renting. That fact really puts the pressure on Hubby and me. We are both feeling a bit low learning how difficult it is to get a mortgage here in CZ and how expensive housing is. Some dreams seem harder to achieve than we thought. I'd be relatively satisfied with a very humble abode, but I know Hubby wants more. I realize that my being on disability is part of the issue. I do feel a bit guilty about that, but know he doesn't blame me at all. We both agreed that there is still zero regret leaving the US and our old home that we owned.

I have been getting sufficient sleep since my Seroquel dose was increased, but still wake up in the middle of the night, briefly, and wake up and get up early, with no sedation. I guess after years taking Seroquel it no longer gives an excess sedation effect. That's good. Frankly, I expected some when the addition was IR vs. ER. Nevertheless, the agitation and total dread I experienced in France has waned. The bit of sadness I now have (as mentioned above) I think is not primarily bipolar-related, but more reality-related. It won't stop us, though, from working to find solutions to these challenges.

Yesterday I gathered all of my jewelry and put some in our safe and the rest hidden in a box in the attic. This afternoon we plan to bubble wrap some other small "sort of" valuables we keep in a display cabinet that has no lock. Hubby does plan to be present during the house showings.