That's sounding pretty good right now. I have to get up early to take a shower, clear out the hall bathroom afterward, and give the kitchen another quick tidying-up.

The good news is the husband and I got through the day without killing each other, which impresses me. Neither one of us looks good in orange, and he's Irish—so it's not his color in any way.

Tomorrow I'm on paint-selection duty. Unfortunately, since we're staging the house in order to sell it I'll be going bland, bland, bland. No specialty paint finishes from the marvelous B.—strictly solid colors provided by the local Korean solid-color-superheroes. And, yes—I'm mostly going with the whitest white I can get that will still reflect a decent amount of light. (So. A drop of yellow. No more.)

But if we get a good price for the house, and find a condo that isn't too costly, I might splurge and have B. do my next den in faux Venetian plaster; I've always loved that look.

It'll be odd to be solvent. I wonder how that will feel. Will I start getting pedicures again? I know we'll be shopping for a better car for the husband, and I'll probably replace my laptop. I might even get my pants tailored so they fit me at this weight—I've been going with the "sudden cancer" look for too long. (Alternatively, I could just keep eating cheese Danish coffee cake until the problem solves itself.)

Over and out. Blogging may be very light tomorrow, depending on my deadlines at work, and how things go in the morning with the painters.

With any luck at all, in late spring or early summer I'll be able to walk from my home to a restaurant—and I might even have enough money to walk in.

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