Where have I been?

It's been an interesting week. I'd no sooner gotten used to not working when I got almost two full-weeks of work at the old job. Of course, this is when my life decided to go crazy on me and we got into a bid/counter-bid situation on the condo that resulted in a sale. Yesterday was the inspection. As far as I can tell, that went okay--except our thermostat's battery picked that very moment to die, resulting in a panic call from our agent to the DH. I was at work so I didn't have to deal with it.

So, yay sold. Now all we need to do is have a place to go. This has become more complicated than I expected since the property we want is bank-owned. You'd think they'd want to sell it, right? Well, we're having a hard time getting information out of them, and when I hear from my agent it sounds like there are different rules governing bank sales than regular sales so . . . research is in order.

When I'm not packing, that is.

I see it this way. At the end of escrow we'll either have a place to live, or we won't. If we don't, the DH and I will hit the road and gypsy our way around California. Could be fun, although I doubt the Pooh will like it.

Poohs don't like cars.