The wait and anxiety over the house is causing me to have a series of dreams wherein I'm chasing something or someone through a hopelessly complex place and not catching them. I wake from those dreams feeling even more exhausted than I was when I went to sleep.
I'm anxious about work. My boss wants to make me management, but I'm resisting with every ounce of energy I've got. If I'm management (as my boss well knows), my hyperdeveloped sense of duty will prevent me from quitting. I can't leave a whole group of people in the lurch unless at least one of them is an ex-husband and the rest are his family. Too bad neither my boss nor I are single.
I'm anxious about my motorcycle, although less so. I took it back to the shop yesterday (pre-emptively having it towed there) and they were as solicitous as people can be who have screwed up and had that screw up come limping in the door. It's probably going to take a week and involve them taking then entire fuel system off and going over every single bit of it. On the other hand, then it will be done, and I can sell it and get a new motie. I really, really, really want a new motie.
This too, shall pass. And once I flush, it'll all be gone.