TFMD and I began to talk about the housing options available to us. There is one property where we liked everything about the exterior, but the main floor would have made us miserable. The other option is actually on the same street; it's a 1940s build instead of a 1920s craftsman, but the interior would work so much better for us "right out of the box", as it were. Better flow. Less work to make it work.
And suddenly, the stress lifted away. It's not completely gone, but at least we're not scrunched up wads of nerve fibers spewing fiery hatred. Honestly, we never were spewing fiery hatred, but it's something I aspire to avoid anyway.
So the rest is really in the Universe's hands (if the Universe actually has hands - big strong hands). Domines have been lined up. We're just waiting for things to fall into place. Or not.
* * *I must say, even though it doesn't count, I've been enjoying the NFL preseason this year. Having a new coach doesn't seem to have handicapped our Seahawks, who are 3 and 0. And Thursday they face my old Raiders, who just got their asses handed to them by New Orleans. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.