Wishing I was in a deep drug induced slumber right now.

The inspection happened yesterday. My realtor left a voice mail for me when we returned home and sounded so upbeat I thought for sure she was about to say, "We're good to go, start packing!"

Instead she said our buyer was 'overwhelmed' by the inspector's report and needed to discuss the findings with his partner. Are they discussing how awesome it will be to own an old home and do the work Logan and I never did because we were busy putting our blood, sweat and tears into the kitchen, bathroom and wood floors we lovingly finished all by ourselves?

Or are they discussing how wonderful new construction is, even though it's generally void of all character and is mainly disposable? Are they discussing how maybe they don't want to own a house after all?

We can't really know until later today and, as I explained to Logan, I can let things go if I work through the worst case scenario and feel okay with the worst case. Conversely, when I work through the worst case scenario and I can't accept it as a tolerable answer, I have what those of you who have read this website for many years will recognize as "An Episode".

I am on the verge of An Episode and it all hinges on a decision which involves nothing I have any control over.

I truly believe my brain will split in two if we get bad news this afternoon.

In other news, we spent the afternoon in Detroit to take my mind off the inspection. The inspection I wasn't really worried about until now.

DO YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I DON'T WORRY? Bad things.