24 hours

Yes, 24 hours. All in 24 hours, I aged 50 years. I'm now 102. Yes I am.

Last night, we got the call that there MIGHT be an offer. Then we got the call that there WOULD be an offer. But it didn't come. And it didn't come.

11:00 came, though. So did my bedtime.

And then the offer came.

Sleep didn't. I tossed and turned all night. I was excited and nervous. But not tired. I didn't like the offered price and I had to keep replaying the phone calls in my head all night. I had to. And I might as well have... because I sure wasn't sleeping.

A phone call at 8:30 am today allowed me to give my counter offer.

11:30 am brought yet another phone call... but not the acceptance of my counter offer. That hadn't happened yet. The phone call that came told me that closing had been delayed YET AGAIN on the house we were buying.

How to tell Rick? How to tell Liz? How to swallow the new date? Because it's been moved to over a month away.

My hair was turning grayer by the minute.

The phone call concerning the counter offer I'd made finally came, while there was still some blonde left on my head... and it was a pleasant call. Our buyers had come up very nicely and just a few moments ago, I accepted their offer.

So... we sold our house.

But... we haven't quite bought the other house.

I'm sure I'll be able to sleep tonight. Because it's easy to sleep when you're homeless, right?
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