11 AugA Day Like Every Other Day

Another day, another person coming to look at the house. It’s hard not to get hopes up, but… hopes must be kept firmly crushed & swept up & deposited in the garbage along with the dirt & the grime we sweep off the floors cleaning everything up in preparation.

So tired of trying to sell this place. Made bread this morning. My sourdough *rocks* these days, if nothing else.

The kids are fighting & being dorks. Meh. I suppose time to go get ready to get out of the house so we’re not here when our latest viewer makes an appearance.


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