The half-hearted quest for a new spot to live continued today, albeit with little enthusiasm. It's not that we can't get accustomed to the thought of living somewhere with no driftwood (although it is nice to have the occasional visit from a tree on its way to the ocean), but the mind shift we need to make to get serious about the move.
In the back of our heads I am sure we think if we don't find somewhere suitable, we won't have to go. Of course if we don't get a contract soon, we certainly won't!
Tomorrow, "next week" begins in earnest. The day after, by my calculations is "mid next week".
Will their people prolong our agony further?
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