Rest for the weary? No, I'm still kicking - at least for the moment. What was supposed to be a time to finally breathe or catch my breath is not to be. The house we sold didn't close yesterday. I could hardly wait for the day after all the work, packing, cleaning and stress. A typo, or something like that, has caused a delay. The buyer lives in California and has bought it as an investment property so papers have to be sent overnight then back, etc.
All utilities, etc. were to be disconnected today. The insurance was to end today so I've been on the phone trying to re-instate it this morning. There should be a way to fine the buyers for this. At least for the pain and suffering it has caused. They are now telling me maybe Friday. Who buys a house half way across the country for an investment property? The money from the sold house goes into the new house. I can't stand the worrying, of course, worry is my middle name so one would think it would roll off me like water from a duck's back. But oh no, the fates are going to make me pay for another few days. Jeez!