Eight days

That's how long it took to get our house into what we consider "selling ready". What does that mean anyway? For us it means that basically it looks like a model home. It looks like nobody lives here. We moved stuff out, bought new stuff, changed out bedding, painted walls, planted plants, cleaned like nobodies business, serviced all the appliances, put a ton of stuff in storage, and basically worked ourselves into utter exhaustion. But I guess the upside is when we are ready to move, 95% of the work is already done, all we have to do is pack up what is left. Now, we wait. We wait for the plethora of home buyers (can you hear the sarcasm in my voice?) And I turn into a raging monster about cleanliness.

In the midst of this I have done exactly nothing for my philosophy class. The upshot is I have learned that I really do not need to do anything for my philosophy class because the prof basically lectures for 2 hours straight about nothing even close to what he says he was going to lecture on. So the fact that I have not read the text is not a problem. Let's hope that continues today. And lets hope that the fact that I have not showered is not offensive to my fellow classmates.

Here's to hope.