Bone weary, brain dead

A week of cleaning, and if I ever smell bleach again, I shall have to kill someone.

A shout-out to Jeremy, for his help, and for making me laugh, which was crucial.

A weekend of angsting, and spending three hours (each day) with puking doggies who don’t like car rides.

E. says there are two prospectives who might want to make offers.

I think it’s too soon, but we’re hoping.

Still, the house shows well.

Tired now.
Real post…soonish, I guess.