This morning, I dreamed that the lawyers, and the person selling me her apartment, and my staff person, and the real estate agent all came and got me out of the shower to tell me that something (I can't remember quite what it was) was going wrong with the house deal. And then I was in a deli, trying to order breakfast and on the subway, trying to get to work on time, running late, competing with overly verbose customers for attention.
As it happens, in real life, there is a little monkeywrench thrown into the works, relating to the vacating date versus the closing date. I'm trying to keep cool, but apparently my psyche is feeling some heat.
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