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Sadly, my computer seems to have decided to stop working. Light's struggling to resurrect it, but with little luck, so I'm stealing his. We had our first house-showing today, and our realtor's throwing an open house on Sunday, for which I intend to not only clean, but possibly sterilize the house in hopes of enticing someone to purchase it.

Light's last day at his old job was today and he'll be a free man with me for the next couple weeks (his new job begins 9/4). We continue to hold out hope of finding temporary housing in the Boston area, in addition to continuing to house-hunt for a new place to live. I, of course, suspect the worst will happen and that I will have to live here, husbandless, carless and laptopless for the foreseeable future, while Light crashes with friends as he begins his new job. Hopefully, reality will be something shy of that, but time will tell.

I seem unable to focus on books, still, getting agitated and reading the same paragraph over and over again. I"m not sure if it's a matter of not picking the right books or my mood in general, but I'm intending to switch over to cross-stitch next week and see if that goes any better for me.

There's chocolate-raspberry ice cream hardening in the fridge, and a hell of a wind blowing outside. Tomorrow will bring yummy breakfast, and trips to the storage unit, and a viewing of the sketch of my new tattoo and good friends. Things will come together again, change can be for the good, I just don't know how to believe in it yet. (In my head, I know the world cannot be as full of pit traps as my gut tells me it is.) Grr on all my fears and all my lack of faith. Grr upon their heads.

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Sadly, my computer seems to have decided to stop working. Light's struggling to resurrect it, but with little luck, so I'm stealing his. We had our first house-showing today, and our realtor's throwing an open house on Sunday, for which I intend to not only clean, but possibly sterilize the house in hopes of enticing someone to purchase it.

Light's last day at his old job was today and he'll be a free man with me for the next couple weeks (his new job begins 9/4). We continue to hold out hope of finding temporary housing in the Boston area, in addition to continuing to house-hunt for a new place to live. I, of course, suspect the worst will happen and that I will have to live here, husbandless, carless and laptopless for the foreseeable future, while Light crashes with friends as he begins his new job. Hopefully, reality will be something shy of that, but time will tell.

I seem unable to focus on books, still, getting agitated and reading the same paragraph over and over again. I"m not sure if it's a matter of not picking the right books or my mood in general, but I'm intending to switch over to cross-stitch next week and see if that goes any better for me.

There's chocolate-raspberry ice cream hardening in the fridge, and a hell of a wind blowing outside. Tomorrow will bring yummy breakfast, and trips to the storage unit, and a viewing of the sketch of my new tattoo and good friends. Things will come together again, change can be for the good, I just don't know how to believe in it yet. (In my head, I know the world cannot be as full of pit traps as my gut tells me it is.) Grr on all my fears and all my lack of faith. Grr upon their heads.