Is that a light I see? Or am I about to faint?

Our troubles will resolve themeslves, one way or the other, by the weekend. And that's a good thing if you look at it the right way. Let me know how to do that if you know. Looking at things the 'right' way, I mean.

So until I have a second to reflect and share, I'll leave you with this: Two solid weeks of real estate brokers, rental agents, and their cohorts and minons is a level of Hell Dante himself couldn't have imagined. Even if he'd missed the announcement and ate a whole fucking sheet of the brown acid, as it were.