Random pretty picture from Cedar Bog, because readers like pictures.
I love you, isn't that nice of me?
I'm trying to remain calm, but it's hard. Something has changed in the last three days with regards to my working situation, for the much worse. I'm hoping I can pull a rabbit out of this hat, but I'm getting really worried that I've stupided myself into a big problem.
Think some positive thoughts for me, or at least send me a comment telling me to get off my lardy bottom and do something already. I may need some encouragement to get out of bed on Monday -- the fear is very strong.
Anyway, in other not freaking out matters, my friend and I went on a local ghost tour last night. I love ghost stories and tours, if only for the history that you get in them. We toured her neighborhood (it's got a fairly long and exciting history) and it was coooool. She's a bit horrified by the terrors perpetrated in her 'hood in the Bad Old Good Old Days, mostly because her house has been there since nearly the beginning of the town and centrally located. Her fear is that some of the seriously bad actors of the Day might have visited the people who lived in her house, and that gives her some serious psychic ick. Personally, I'd see it as a sort of special cachet, to have had a seriously evil person in my house, particularly if the person who lived there at the time lived to report the encounter.
I value her different perspective, even if I wouldn't be quite so squeamish. Everyone mentioned on the tour has been dead for at least 40 years (and the one in particular that gave her the willies has been dead for over a century), and it's not like they've got Evil Cooties that can linger or anything. If anything, I'd think it would be a selling point to a certain type of buyer, you know?
Sigh, but what do I know -- I am not, nor am I ever likely to be, a homeowner. I have no idea of the realities of real estate.