May 19th - 3-13

The battles with the old house aren't done yet. We were told we had until Friday to pay off the loss. Now, suddenly, the title agency has reversed and decided they need the money by Thursday. We'll have the money by Thursday, but that they're doing this without explanation seems pretty lame. I hate these people. They're evil. I'm told I'll have to pick up the cashier's check in Beachwood Thursday morning, then drive it all the way back to Stow before noon in order for this to happen. Like hell. They can send a courier to pick it up. I'm not losing work time for these people. I'm guessing they're somehow losing money by not honoring the day they original promised, so they'll come get the check if they want it badly enough. I need at least one final victory in this.

Beyond that, not much. Well, I did some personal computer work for a client, and he rewarded me by having his wife cook up a salmon dinner. It was good. Good food, and we exchanged some good stories. But food and stories aren't enough to prevent a 28 yard field goal.

Life extends the lead to 3-13.