Tuesday, February 18, 2020
Andrea’s been holding up and maintaining a calm exterior. Her subconscious sells her out. Mornings, Andrea awakens and describes her dreams to me.
“Last night, I dreamed that my car was out of control. I couldn’t stop it - it was hitting other cars.”
It’s a new calamity each night. Soup tumbling from cabinets and spilling onto the floor. Her iPhone and wallet floating in water. Her dreams betray her calm, daytime exterior.
In sleep, I've found respite. I‘m sure I dream but I scarcely remember dreaming, unlike Andrea who can recount details of her dreams hours after waking up.
Today, with 35-minutes to spare, the relo company for the seller got the signed contract to us. It took them a week. They do this for a living. At least it’s done. An early step among many steps.
Our own home isn’t much ahead of this schedule. Our home inspection was today. I’m hoping no news is good news. Don’t get me wrong - it’s not that I don’t anticipate the inspector finding something. That’s their job. I’m just hoping it was nothing major in the eyes of the seller. More waiting. Real estate transactions seem to be compromised of many steps - all of which require waiting between each steps. I’m not good at waiting.
Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers