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Since I'm just about 'round the bend anyway ... amid everything else, the albatross around our neck property we've been stuck with for over a decade suddenly moved to closing ... this week. With less than 24 hours notice. After being at a standstill for nearly two months.
Between 850a and 1050a today my phone registers a total of 17 calls in or out. 2 of those were medical related, the other 15 were trying to unfuck that closing.
Oh, have I mentioned that I'm not generally involved in that property shit, that my wife deals with it (and all the various participants)?
I'm heading to a corner to babble incoherently for a while now.
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"I lit another cigarette. Unless I specifically inform you to the contrary, I am always lighting another cigarette." - from a novel by Martin Amis
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