Which is great, b/c I'm about to spend 7 hours driving to Saint Ignace tomorrow for a funeral. So I'm practicing sitting around feeling like crap so I'm used to it by the time I can come home Tuesday night.
But home might be different soon. We're closing in on getting a contract done on a condo we're crazy about. The thought alone of buying a place and getting ready to move is driving my stomach even crazier than trying to hold down an Italian sandwich today after all the beer last night. It's been a good news/bad news situation all weekend.
Current beer-scale: 1.3