May 16th-17th - 3-10

I'm having anxiety dreams. Wonder why that is, seeing that I've sold the house. I guess it's the finances, but the dreams are decidedly about things I'm paying for now; infestation of spiders in the new house, dramatic car crashes of my Soul, that kind of thing. I don't mind such dreams. I enjoy the relief of realizing it's not true (notable, after I crashed the Civic, there was a brief period where I ran through the plausibility of whether that was a dream).

But it's not all anxiety dreams. I also had one where the third, youngest son of Prince Charles and Lady Diana broke down in an interview over how his father never loved him, and only I realized that he was doing a bit. Am I the only one who understands the humor of the Royals who don't actually exist?

This weekend, let's see...Saturday, my father-in-law and I moved the last of the goods from the old house. It went surprisingly well, despite having to take apart the swing set to get it in his truck. Goodbye old house, you mother fucker. When speaking with the new owners Friday, Tieraney told them, "I'm going to miss this place. Our children were born here." Later that day, I told her I felt nothing. No feelings of loss or nostalgia. She said, "Oh, me too. I hate that place. I just wanted them to think we'd miss it."

Let it be known that I love my wife.

Sunday was the birthday party for my brother and sister. Nothing to report there, other than tasty food. But I mowed afterwards, and realizing that I didn't have to go mow another yard, I also clipped the weeds around the house, swept up the driveway, pulled some crabgrass...I now have time to be a suburbanite. I just wish I could afford it, too.

Run is sniffed out and stuffed.

Life's ball: 3rd and 8 on my 34.