Well, I didn't just "sit there", I indeed got up and got away from the computer and did stuff, then last week happened. Every evening was filled with something scheduled and by the time I got to sit down I was too tired to get back up. This computer is still poisoning my productivity, sitting on a warm sofa on a hot evening, sweating. The house hunt started out well; yep, got a loan so here we go.
Remember that scene in the movie "Labyrinth" where the girl is falling down a shaft of "helping hands"? Yeah, that's about the feel right now . . . down we go, then stopping to talk to the hands helping us, then down, then stop because we realize some hands further down will reach in our pockets to take our cash, sooo, do we continue down quickly or slow it down? Life is well personified by that shaft with hands. Some hands help, others take, other push you on your way, no questions asked, no stopping you, some giving you a high-five, then one flips you off.
OK, so let's see where we're taken. I'm a bit frustrated, a bit scared, a bit anxious, a bit of everything a guy my age in this situation might have going on inside of him. Deep breathes and beer for now.