Parking fubar

Just as I feared: I can't park in the building anymore unless I get a DMV disabled permit.

FFS, people. I don't want to use handicapped spots. I just can't walk two football fields uphill to get to my damned car.

I'm not sure yet what the workaround is going to be for this. I suspect that M and I will be carpooling again somehow. But since he needs to be at work an hour earlier than I do, and I need to be here an hour later than he does, both of us are going to be stuck with 9- or 10-hour workdays until/unless my schedule changes (which it may when this part of my contract is up in October.)

There's also other frustrating stuff going on, but I'll post about that in a flocked post later.

Worrywart

We're nearing the end of negotiations on the house--we should know for certain tomorrow.

I should be excited and thrilled, but instead, I'm wracked with stomach-churning anxiety. Partially just worry about whether we'll actually get the place, but also a bit of, "OMG, I've never spent so much money on one thing in my entire life."

The latter is compounded by a few things.

( It's always more expensive than you think )

I shouldn't worry much, I guess. Yes, it's a lot of money, it's more or less draining our current reserves and will tighten our budget somewhat, but it's also a really nice house, and it's in a great location, which means we'll be able to see folks more often. And that alone? Is worth the price. :)

One last tease

We should know for sure whether we're getting the house sometime tomorrow.

One last teaser pic to entice y'all to continue the finger-crossing, well-wishing and universe-appealing for us. :)