One Last Fri-Yay.

Hello, world, it’s Friday. I woke up at 4:03 am because of NO FUCKING REASON WHATSOEVER. Could I fall asleep again? No. Did I do anything productive with the extra three hours of awakeness? Also no.

Yesterday’s errands were uneventful. I spent $145 at the post office. Of that, $108 of it was mailing 22 lbs of wool in the form of an ancient Canadian army uniform. The universe smiled and softened the blow of the bill – I found $100 in a Christmas card when I was getting rid of the anti-Christmas tree’s decorations. Walmart wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected it to be. The shitty weather would usually guarantee some interesting people watching opportunities. Unfortunately, the only interesting people I saw were two women in their jammies. Considering where I was, that’s barely a blip on the radar. The cashier and I commiserated over the shared frustration of people who can’t figure out how to use use their debit/credit cards. “I have to bite my tongue every single time someone asks me where to put their card”, she said.

Then, there was the unexpected errand. In addition to our wonderful agent selling this place, and the lawyers writing up the paperwork, now we’ve got an accountant tossed into the mix to help avoid tax stuff when all this is done. We could take a hit tax-wise because Shawshank‘s not an in-state resident. However, there’s ways around that, so I had go out in the afternoon to sign a form.

All in all, it was a pretty quiet day. I came home from the accountant’s office and filled another trash bag. Then our agent called, and I’m pretty sure she’s all the reason for being awake at 4:03 am.

“Everything was signed off on the appraisal. We might be ready to close on Tuesday”, she told me.

Hold up. Tuesday?

She’s not 100% certain. Shawshank‘s paperwork is still at the consulate, and isn’t even en route back to TinyTown. Everyone is aware of that, but she doesn’t know if everything can be official enough to do on Tuesday. I told her while Tuesday would be very tight to be out by, it’s doable, but definitely not preferable. We’re not sure what’s even happening because of the paperwork anyway. My mother calls every other day asking for updates I don’t have. She was already worked up via text message about the paperwork; I certainly didn’t want to drop the potential early closing on her right after that. The risk of snarking at her would be too high.

The snow held off until mid-afternoon, and hasn’t stopped since. The flakes are barely big enough to qualify as flakes. I think it’s supposed to continue for the rest of the day, but begin taper off in the afternoon. It wasn’t bad when I went to bed last night, but I haven’t checked things out this morning. Once I’m dressed, I’ll go out and sweep the deck and steps off. I don’t think there’s enough out there to shovel, but we’ll see.

Today is probably my last Friday here, if not, it’s probably the last time I order out. I’ll order dinner this afternoon. About 20 minutes before it’s supposed to arrive, I’ll get high as balls. Then I can eat my chicken wrap and sweet potato fries and toast almost an entire year of what Shawshank coined “sweet potato Fri-yays”.