I suppose things could be worse. My husband and I (and my baggage) have managed to get some things done. Tenants are moving into my son's house this weekend. Real tenants, not the drug addicted losers he left in there. It doesn't make me feel much better, but at least I am able to keep his house maintained and pay his property taxes and insurance while he is in prison. I figure seven years worth of saved up rents will go a long way toward him having something with which to start again. The purchase of my new building has been delayed. It's looking like a December closing now. The seller needs to clear a lien and it will take a bit of time.

The husband is out with a witch, a pumpkin girl, and a decked out Ray's fan. Good thing we're not in Philly, eh? That leaves me here to make sure the neighbor kids get plenty of tooth rot when they come calling. And I have the TV, the computer, my to-do list... What I'd really like is a nap, but that's not going to happen. I guess I will post this, answer comments, check out my list, and then... maybe actually do some more of the shit that's on it.