Monday, September 13, 2010
Nothing in my life is realistic
Last Friday, my book came out.
On Saturday, we square danced all over our colleague's deck. (It was a blast.) Then we drank Tennessee moonshine and swam in her lap pool till late.
This Friday, I fly to a remote Scandinavian country for a conference. I'll be gone for a week.
And today? Today we apparently bought a house. Or at least had an offer for a house accepted.
It was a bit of a lark, in fact, to look at the house on Saturday morning. The realtor told us that an offer had already been made. We liked the house--a lot--and it was priced really well (details in a later post; we've got time, here). So we made an offer on Sunday night. And today, it was accepted.
This is all quite strange. What's going on?
On the other hand, all of this stuff is really really good.