It occurred to me last night, as I lay waiting for sleep, that my personal housing crisis has been dominating my thoughts. Yes, there have been the occasional relapse thoughts peppered in to the mix, but for the most part, I've been focusing on this house.
Here's the silver lining I've managed to rip from the cloud of my discontent: If I'm worrying more about trivial, day to day things, and not about leukemia, then I must be marching a little closer to normal.
I also have to say that my warm, fuzzy feelings for Jamie, our mortgage broker have resumed. I know she's bending every which way to pull this off and I hope she knows how much we appreciate her efforts and tenacity.