hoping for a rocketless night
My nerves are frayed, not so much because of the rockets (they don’t help) but because it looks like there may be major problems with the property I bid on for the animal sanctuary. I’m not there and haven’t seen it. My inclination is to say just buy the damn thing regardless because I think the property by its lonesome is a good investment. But also because I don’t deal well with uncertainty. I make plans well in advance, I don’t take step 2 until step 1 is well in the bag and so forth. Every single time I have made life-changing decisions in a remotely spontaneous or “it will all turn out ok” way (yihiyeh beseder!) it has ended in disaster.
Step 1 is a done deal, in the bag. Now I, all my cats, all my mother’s cats and my furniture may be left swinging in the wind because Step2… Not a happy camper.