What not to embroider on a pillow.

You should never count your chickens before they hatch. I knew it. The anxiety told me. I thought it was the half-pot of coffee I have become accustomed to drinking every day. Switched to decaf, but still...

Here I am, sitting in a staged house. Can't touch anything unless I clean it right after. Hopefully soon, someone will love it again. Someone who isn't alone, a team who can manage a big house on a big property. The last person realized she couldn't, and backed out, like I probably should have. But hopefully, someone soon.

The parade of prospects has begun again, traipsing through at all hours. I am an awkward customer, sitting in the showcase window, messing up the picture perfect displays.