My nerves have effectively been plucked. Plucked to the point that they’re starting to fray.

I did manage to down three cups of hot chocolate today. Two from the new machine and one from my standby box of Swiss Miss. That might have had a little bit to do with my jitters. My boss wasn’t there for most of the day and I ran through my work pretty fast. I wound up inventing some busy work for myself in between phone calls to the realtor and the mortgage guy.

We had what I thought was a breakthrough yesterday. I though we were on our way to finishing this whole mess. But today? When I called the mortgage guy to see if he did the very simple thing that needed to be done he had no idea that it needed to happen.

Communication people. It’s lacking. So yesterday I was happy, today not so much. I’m hearing we “might” sign on “Friday”. The broker will “do everything in his power to make it happen”.

Excuse me, sir, if I’m not confident in your ability to “make it happen”. You’ve already proved to me that you’re pretty powerless.

In other news…I volunteered to work the pet fiesta on May 3rd. I sure hope I’m moved in by then. I’d hate to have to cancel at the last minute. I think it’ll be a lot of fun. I worked it last year for the pet care company. I think I’ll have a much better time this year.

Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.