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It's time to get to bed and get some sweet lovin' but first I should mention that all the hard work we've been doing on the house (and that has kept me off my journal for almost a week) is getting ready to pay off. We met with the real estate agents today who will be handling our house and after seeing it they agreed we should offer it at the high end of the price scale and they also feel it will sell quickly. Though I may have just jinxed myself by saying that, it felt good to hear. They really liked the color scheme throughout the house (some of which is visible on my website's "About Me" page) which was a real tribute to Adrian's sense of style because he's really the one who chose the bold colors we painted 3 years ago. more importantly, it means they don't think we need to paint the whole inside of the damn house, which is good to know because we are NOT in the mood for that.

Not much more than house stuff has been happening this week. A lady from work who was interested in looking at the house flaked out on me but couldn't be bothered to tell me she and her husband weren't coming to see it, so we worked hard to be ready for them last Saturday for nothing. We made up for it Sunday morning with a wonderful brunch at a 5-star resort here, which was a birthday present from my mom last January. I had dance class Sunday afternoon where I realized once again that I really should have started this, oh, 25 years ago, but it's OK 'cuz I'm loving it. And I've been busting my ass to get stuff done at work, but that's nothing new.

The one unusual thing this week was that I had an appointment with a therapist to talk about some issues arising from my time in Iraq last year. When I got back from working over there I had a touch of the ol' Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, but the symptoms had pretty much faded by the end of the year. They started popping up again in February -- dreams, sudden images popping into my head, some occasional emotions coming out when the subject if Iraq comes up (which is awkward when you're a professor teaching national security policy -- it's kind of a big topic). Anyway, I don't have enough symptoms to be classified as PTSD, I just have some anxiety which he says is normal because first, I just had the one-year anniversary of coming home and anniversaries are important to the mind, and second, with the new job coming soon in DC, buying a new home, and trying to sell this one, I was pretty vulnerable to stress, so it's no suprise this came up when it did. He gave me some simple exercises to try and I'll see him again next week. It's no big deal, but since it's the first time I've ever talked to a professional therapist, it's interesting to me.

I'm a tired pup. Time to go to bed and get kissed. G'night!