Hey, A Plastic Castle! Neat!

There's something so inherently wonderful about being taken care of when you're really exhausted. No matter how independent you are, there's always room for someone who makes you feel safe and cared for.

So for those of you clamoring for updates on my well-being (thank you, thank you): all is well enough. My new house has my big comfy chair and a table and a TV/DVD player in it, which is somehow very soothing. And they should have the home phone fixed and working today, so I'll be able to contact the outside world. Yesterday I choked a bit on a bite of sandwich and had that moment of "I'm going to die" panic that you get when that happens, and then I panicked a little more because I really WOULD die - I have no way to call for help! I mean, eek!

But anyway...I got the Apopka house cleaned up and ready for showings - it was on the market as of yesterday, but I asked the realtor not to schedule showings until Friday. So, just to make sure we're clear, not one soul has set foot inside the house since it listed yesterday late morning. No showings. No one's seen the inside of the house.

There was an offer on the table over my asking price by 4:30 yesterday afternoon.

Yeah, I know! She's going to look at it today at 3:00 to make sure it's not horrifying, but she saw the sign out front while driving by and loves the house, the neighbourhood - her daughter's already enrolled in school, so she needs to hurry. And she's a (pre-approved) single mom with Multiple Sclerosis (which, you may recall, my mother's mother also had.) So even if a better offer comes along, my baby, my first house, belongs to this woman.

I feel like that was the universe telling me I made the right choice.