Over the weekend, I was told to be prepared by my agent, for a prospective offer on the home for the second time.

Nobody called.

I'm getting tired of keeping the home consistantly clean, preparing for any unexpected visitors at any time of the day.  I really want to move on and live my life, " my way".  Disorganized, disarray, chaotic, messy, clutttered, eyesore, slob, grubby...call it what you will.  I like to refer it as a comfortable and easy-going lifestyle.

Despite all that has been going on, I went to the libary today to get some work done and found it easy to set my mind back onto track with school.  It's like shifting gears in my brain... Thrusday, house; Friday, house; Saturday, house; Sunday, school paper. 

Spring break is over and tomarrow morning, I'll attempt to recall my French.