I got a good nights sleep, and for much of the morning I felt at peace. Then out of almost nowhere a rush of anxiety overtook me. In some ways it seemed unprovoked, but there are reasons. I try to be tough, and usually am, but we all have our limits. Right?

We are so hoping that tomorrow we'll finally get a date soon for signing the final contract on the house. Otherwise, an third extension would be necessary.

The weather has been so lousy that it doesn't help matters. I'm glad it's cool, but it's been very rainy with miserably gray skies. My husband calls it by a made up word "Pošmoristan". The first part of the word means "grayness" and the stan is the same as in Pakistan or Kazakstan, meaning "where one stands".