Yeah, so, tomorrow at 7:30 am we meet up with some dude who will survey our new domicile for termites and the odd accelerant. Will the furnace pass muster? Will the switchbox need to be, er, switched? Suspense! I expect to talk about caulkin' pipes and to plumb the depths of a foundation crack with a screwdriver. Then: lunch! Then settling loan issues. Then dinner! Then (the part I've been waiting for) finishing my Basque book. Although I don't know why I need to read it; my heart does pump red and green blood and my cunning wiliness is not so much an example of anything but my nascent Basqueness!
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