Why I've lost any sense of the world outside of a 7-mile strip along Lake Michigan UPDATE: Looks like we got our condo. Now, onto the wild world of home inspections, attorneys, and closing costs. Ho-moaners we shall be!!

Since New Year's I have (or we have):
1. Started another marketing class that meets two nights a week
2. Hosted 3 weekends of houseguests
3. Gotten preapproved for a mortgage, found a realtor, looked at a bunch of condos and bid on one
4. Become responsible for 2 new diseases at work since one of my coworkers quit (They're totally gross and horrific too; here are some photos)

Also the following tasks which take up energy but not time:
1. Brandishing the golf umbrella
2. Not drinking - which merits discussion in a future post; don't worry, it will all be over before redrum redrum

I hope we get the condo. Technically money, not hope, is the operative factor there, but I don't want to pay much more than we bid so that's where the hope comes in. It's in a fun neighborhood a little bit south of here with no baseball fans. It has two small decks and lots of closets.

One interesting thing we learned while house-hunting: Almost everyone has better stuff than us. At one point, I for one felt proud of our furniture. I guess that was four or five years ago when we lived in Baltimore. Since then, we pretty much stopped upgrading. Other than some nice things my dad built, all our stuff is hand-me-downs from the '80s and Ikea, some of it hideous. Hideous!

I also learned we're supposed to have framed clippings, mirrors, bulletin boards, etc. boasting of our schools' athletic prowess. Colliculus's alma mater of Hotpants won't do the job, but mine would be OK and the place he teaches now would probably cut the mustard as well. We'll just have to see what's in the budget after the mortgage gets paid. 

¶ 10:25 PM