It's very hard to get into My Life With Bad English when your desktop has no speakers.

I feel at an odd loss now that the whole process is over - seeking, finding, double-checking, financing, double-checking the financing, signing, double-checking the signing, and keying. After the initial euphoria yesterday of holding a building key in my hand, I went alone, for the very first time, to my apartment. I sat in the middle of the living room, on the freshly shampooed rug, and dozed off while deciding what color to paint the walls. When I woke up I marveled at the space and at how few actual ideas I had about what to do with it. I winced at the horrible buzzing noise the fridge was making, which I'd failed to notice on any of the prior visits, and tried to gauge what kind of scraping tool I'd need to get the sticky turf off the lanai.

With real estate, like dating, much of the fun is in the chase. When you find something or someone you mesh with, after the honeymoon period it's down to business. Current business at hand: I found little wings in one of the bathroom drawers despite a clean termite report. Could I at least have my honeymoon first?

Got home yesterday and decided to use the treadmill and play the piano (not at the same time, although the mental image is almost comical enough to smile at, despite being uncharacteristically short-tempered this morning after having my asthmatic sleep blasted to smithereens by a tearful rant about what it feels like to be unappreciated, like I didn't already know) and my rationale was: very shortly I will no longer have these things at my fingertips, so I should use them now. It's kind of like someone who seldom to never cooks or swims being sad to move into a place with no stove or pool and attempting to make Calpyso shrimp while swimming laps.

Or maybe it's not like that at all and I just need to get back to work. Okay then.