contemplativeAnd then of course waking up meant that it wasn't real, and I was sorely disappointed.
There's a lot more depth to it than that. Not the dream so much as the sex part, since I have been accused as being rather penicentric at times, and I suppose not unjustly so. The irony of that is not lost on me, and would be amusing if it weren't so darkly tragic. Even then it amuses me in the same way that Oscar Wilde does, witty and bemused and thoroughly misunderstood.
Hey, look! Over there! Something shiny!
Thinkies today, more on house. Got a call last night from a mortgage company, the same company that did the refinance last time. The same company that lost the file. They're fishing for another refi. I explained that I was not imbued with confidence after the last dealing-with-the-branch-that-closed fiasco, but they're still really freakin' eager. I of course played that into a "hey, you should find my file first" thing.
At this point it's really too late because I've already done my own research and found out what the holdup has been. I may draw it out into a title insurance claim, and ask some more interesting questions about how they could clear a loan without a clear title and all of that fun stuff.
I do need to refinance, and it would be good to snarf some of the equity for things like paying off the student loan, a new roof and garage, stuff like that. At the same time, I don't think it's quite time to make that jump yet. This spring would have me in a much better position credit-wise, and I could likely snarf a better interest rate.
Had the blood draw at the lab this morning. Missed my appointment time because of traffic jammed up on the freeway (accident slowdown), so I got shuffled, and it took about 45 minutes extra than I was planning. Which made me late for work, which is less joyous than it sounds.
Tonight is hopefully the last of the ADR work for a while. It's gonna be a late night.
And now I go hide once again.