In the scheme of things, nothing really bad is going on, but I'm filled with anxiety--not a normal state for me. There are irritants, though: the "n" key on my laptop is dissing me half the time I try to use it. When I used to write on the couch in the living room, Maddie would fling herself across my lap to tell me it was time for her stroll. Inevitably, her paw would jam into the "n" key, and now it's just gotten stubborn on me. This doesn't cause me anxiety, just irritation.
But my hubris in posting the sale pending picture of my condo has come back to bite me in the tush. No sooner did I post that picture then my realtor e-mailed with issues that may delay our closing. I immediately took down the post--I regret jumping the gun on my excitement there. My ex-MIL told me once that when one sells a house, closings are always problematic to help move one away from sentimentality. By the time the closing comes, one no longer moons about the wonderful times in the house; one instead cries "get this effing thing out of my life," and it's much easier to move on. Meantime, though, my stomach is constantly in knots and sleeping has not gone well.
The topper for my sleep is that one of my sisters is having health issues. It seems things are as good as they could be given circumstances, but that's always a sleep sucker, too.
Now that I've griped and probably irritated you with my whining, I'm going to hop in the shower. I'm meeting Blogless Sara in Hartford for lunch today, and time with her is always a good thing. We've got a dyeing day planned this weekend, so we'll have some plotting to do over lunch.
If you're in the Hartford/Springfield area, join me and my posse tonight for the Tobacco Valley Stitch and Bitch. We meet at 7:00 p.m. at the Starbuck's on Rte. 75 in Windsor Locks. I'll be drinking caffiene so I can blame my sleeplessness on something other than anxiety!
Tomorrow: that revised book review post.