Oh dear Big Whatever, what a shit you are.
I am trying to simplify my life and yet selling this damn house is going to be the straw that broke the camels back! We are in extreme negotiation with the Indian family. The stress is coming from the real estate agents who are playing every trick in the book : oh, we misgauged the market and you have overpriced your house, they have had to borrow money from relatives to up their offer, they are looking at another house, the market is falling (chicken licken) there is no one else in the whole world who will buy your house, every other house on the market is better than yours (41 squares, 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, study, games room, rumpus room, forma lunge and dining and walk-in pantry and very large eat in kitchen on a block large enough to have a pool?)
I am currently consuming a medicinal scotch. Intentional living is suppose to bring me peace and serenity. Right now I feel as though I could put my fist through a window… and beat many, many people with my stick. The big stick.