Wreck

I'm a wreck. A WRECK. Can't sleep. Low appetite. My mortgage application has been sent to underwriting. There's no reason why I shouldn't get it. I meet all the criteria. Low credit score just means it has to be looked at a second time, but it shouldn't be a problem. Again, there's no reason why I shouldn't get it. There's a good chance we'll find out tomorrow.

So what's the worry? Because it's still not certain and we have to move BY WEDNESDAY. A week. Whether I get this house or not. The plan is to leave for FL on Tuesday for closing on Wednesday. But I have to give Marjorie possession of the TN house by Wednesday morning. And the ReloCube is here... and it's leaving for Florida on Monday. 6x7x8 is a lot smaller than I'd thought. So the couch and recliners are going to the Women's Shelter.

Anyway, that's all. I'm just a nervous little thing. Most of the upstairs packing is done; time to start bringing things up from the basement and making trips to get rid of trash (boxes and packing things and such). Freakin' out... as I am prone to do.