Events

I believe I have sold my house. I will know for sure when the buyer deposits the main portion of her earnest money with my agent tomorrow or Tuesday. The agreed price (5% over asking) means that my house will have appreciated at 7.9% annually since I bought it—about double the general inflation rate. That's, frankly, insane.

Secretary of State Marco Rubio admitted yesterday that the OAFPOTUS administration has achieved an unprecedentedly stupid outcome through its unprovoked war against Iran:

The temperature at Inner Drive Technology World HQ has plummeted 4°C in less than 90 minutes as a cold front plowed through the area. I pity the people attending Opening Day at Wrigley, and not just because of the weather.

I have some work left to do today, which is unfortunate given the 18°C sunny weather this afternoon and the impending pneumonia front that will, in 24 hours, take us half-way back to winter for a day and a half. The forecast looks a lot like late March in Chicago should: 21°C today, 15°C plummeting to 1°C tomorrow, 4°C Friday (low of -1°C), 9°C Saturday, 15°C Sunday, and 19°C Monday. This lets us exercise our entire wardrobe excepting, mercifully, our heaviest winter coats.

Sure Happy It's Tuesday! Here's what crossed my desk today:

The last two weeks have really taken a toll, so I don't have a lot of creativity to spare today. Between performances, travel, an open house, and everything else, I didn't have a normal day from the 10th until yesterday. And yesterday was only "normal" in that I had no planned or scheduled activities of any kind, which I celebrated by doing fuck all.

Cassie has gotten 2 hours of walks so far today because (a) I had a showing and an open house and (b) it's gorgeous out. I am, however, down about 12 hours of sleep in the last 7 days, and I may have had an extra drink or two in the Hospitality Suite with my colleagues on Wednesday. Plus, of course, 10 hours of traveling yesterday.