I’m afraid I forgot the title of this one . . .

It’s nearly eight in the morning, and it’s still dark outside . . . at least, it is here, where I’m at.

I’m still at home, I’m sitting in my basement office, typing away on my laptop –

something cool, I hope.

On day one of my four-day weekend.

The writer is in.

I’ve got a lot to be thankful for.

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And this isn’t a Thanksgiving post, because the people at the Daily Post didn’t ask for one. They probably figured that people were either going to do one because they want to share their thankfulness or they weren’t going to do one because it’s . . . kind of a cliché. But I am thankful, and this year is the best year ever, bar none. It’s looking to get even better, provided we manage to sell this house in time to purchase the one for which we have signed a purchase agreement. More room to spread out? Yes please. A two-stall garage with room for making things? Absolutely. I want it.

I’m kind of afraid it’s all going to fall through, but I’m probably just psyching myself out. Our house has only been on the market for a few days, we’ve had showings every day, and there’s an older couple interested in it, but they’re still thinking about it because home prices around here are . . . well, currently they’re not to be taken blithely. But we’re on a rather light wire here – we need to make enough on this house to put a 20% down payment on the other one, or we’re just flat screwed, because private mortgage insurance would add enough to the monthly payment that we would scarce be able to afford groceries.

I have confidence though. The weld department supervisor where I work – let’s call him “Lex Luthor” (don’t let the name fool you though, he’s cool and d2e – down-to-Earth) – is on a private buyer’s list of some sort because he and Mrs. Luthor are keeping their ears down for a house. He saw mine on the list and recognised it because my Jeep with the plate ROBSURF was parked in the carport in the picture. He told me our house looks really nice on the inside, and his wife wanted him to pass that sentiment on as well, and so it’s good to hear that. I’ve got no reason to fear that this whole deal will fall through and all of our hard work will have been for nothing and I didn’t finish NaNoWriMo for something that never came to fruition.

No reason at all.

Today, I’m going to be thankful for the four-day weekend. It’s a chance to do some writing, and I have a bunch of flashes planned. We’re going to take pictures so that we can make our yearly Shutterfly photo books, we’re going to get our Christmas cards all signed and addressed, we’re meeting the home inspector on Saturday to go through the home we’re planning to buy, and maybe I’ll get a chance to go running in the cold Dakota autumn air, with my music player in one pocket and a wad of tissues in the other.

So what do you think, is there anything weighing on your mind right now? Some (mostly) irrational fear that seems silly when you go to say it out loud? Don’t be afraid – this ain’t your blog! Let us know in the comments.


This post was prompted by today’s Daily Post prompt and this week’s What If? writing challenge.

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