There's been a lot of Following Up for the loans (both the mortgage itself and a loan against my retirement account to help cover closing costs), including quite a bit of faxing with varying degrees of success. Today I sent Yet Another copy of the contract (well, the addendum) because they still didn't have the right signature page, and then I found out we have to get walls-in/HO-6 insurance, and all the stress and uncertainty kind of hit me all at once and felt like I wanted to cry, or maybe throw up.
So when I got home, I did. (Cry, that is -- there was no hurling.) It helped. As did lots of big supportive hugs from boyfriends, and now I'm feeling much better.
(Mostly it's all about the money, which is being a gigantic ball of suck, and though it will all work out in the long run, in the short run we're running out of buffer at the same time I have this huge pile of money I can't do anything with. Bah.)
I still didn't get anything done at work today, but in retrospect, my lack of focus is probably because, gee, I'm over-stressed in about five different directions at once, which is also probably why I caught a cold.*
So instead of trying to actually accomplish anything this evening, on the advice of my hubbies I am going to run around killing imaginary monsters. And hopefully tomorrow I'll have a fresh supply of cope.
Zinc lozenges are disgusting. The problem is, they're also effective. Strawberry-and-cream flavor seems to be the least disgusting option.
