Cough Cough Gasp Gasp

I still want a cigarette. I quit last Friday. Mostly. I’ve had a couple since I quit. Oh well. I’m doing fairly well all things considered. Is there ever a good time to quit?

Last month we (my sister and I) finally got my Dad’s condo on the market… it took a long time to clean it out, and then we fixed it up a little, which of course cost more and took longer than we had planned… but we got it on the market. Our first offer after a week on the market was for 30K under the asking price. AND they wanted us to pay closing costs. What the buyer didn’t know is that we were not desparate. Yet. So we waited. And yes, gone are the days of homes on the market for 2 days and bidding wars, and such, but a month later we got another offer.

Today we accepted the offer for our Dad’s condo. For the asking price, except they want us to pay 5K towards closing costs. So, instead of waiting longer, paying another real estate tax bill, and more HOA fees that are outrageous ($540 / month) we accepted the offer. So keep your fingers crossed for us. We need to be done with this. Get the IRS off our backs, settle my Dad’s estate and be done. And yes, it feels good, but also, it made us sad today. So we cried.

And I wanted to go smoke. Even though many of my Dad’s health problems were directly related to his smoking, I wanted to smoke. How sick is that?