Well, I tumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen

I’m awake. I think I am at least. I’m just waiting to pour myself a cup of ambition. But it’s the middle of the week, and I don’t have to work this Saturday. So that’s what I’m looking for.

Still a kind of holding pattern for the house sale. Everyone is waiting for me now. And I’m waiting for it to be returned from the consulate. I find it kinda funny having to explain to all these people, who are loads smarter than me, how the mail works and how big Canada is, and how we have to wait for things. I had to explain to a paralegal that the closest FEDEX drop off is about 2.5 hours away. It’s frustrating, but also at the same time, funny.

I think my covfefe is almost ready. Praise the feline jeebus.